Prophecy of Metal
Ice cold black asphalt
Twisted steel skies above
Frigid lights flicker
Screeching to a tepid,
Halt.
Hot steam internal
Melted earth liquid
Frozen contrast still
Darkness inside bleeds,
Black.
Hear it in twilight
Insipid metal
Screaming out high
Pitched melodies in,
Fear.
Business with the iron
Business with the steel has
She hands to crush them
Collapsing hatred fades,
Gone.
Copyright © Tim B | Year Posted 2015
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