Nebula

Industrial flares in the distance,
Illuminate the snow on the ground,
Orange hue reaching up into the sky,
The last remnants of a dying star,
The wind howls and bites,
In the cold dead night,
Beasts in the shadows,
Among this desolate mechanical wasteland,
Hail and snow cascade horizontally,
Peppering all in the way,
No signs of life,
Within this nuclear storm,
Void of emotion,
Shelter within the ruins,
A memory: A ghost,
Time passes and the past is buried,
Beneath the ashes of the dying star,
Cold windows black,
The dead eyes of colder ruins,
Breathing fear and loneliness,
To which the beasts feed,
Never ceasing night,
Only intensifying the angst,
For the light of day,
That will never come,
The black ebbs steadily away,
The stone across the tomb,
Of a dead star.