Atomic Apocalypse

The horsemen have arrived on their menacing mares, Whose stiletto-hoofed horseshoes click-clack on an achromatic static; Silent staccatos inside an ultraviolet light. As vidalian-dampened eyes drip viridian veneers before the mounted steeds, And embrocations of nuclear infernos' fumes simmer their cimmerian shades, A penumbral eclipse gallops atop the sickened sky. Diaries dug from the barren breasts of Chernobyl, Inscribed with cautionary caveats of the terrace's truncation: Of the kudzu and its vehicular veins sucking its captured prey, Gobbled by mushroom sombreros with barbed electron brims. No more shall zephyrs sing the azalea thistle. No more shall blackened dahlias dance upon the dungeon drapes. No more shall lightning lick the leathery land of ozone. At last the poisoned atom's apple has been bitten. Down it goes through the three mile throat that thickens with silica, Oxidizing the once electric crepuscules with a toadish croak. And at last, this system of solar spheres will be but a dream, Hidden away in supernova starlight; locked with skeletal keys behind your mind.