Terminal Frost

The ground is hard from last night's snow all creation has frozen, slick ice from a day of infernal sun Twilight has bled away to pitch-black onyx All indigo n aquamarine burnt away, clean The plane is baron washed of humanities plan only desolate structures of arcane device stand. Traces of nothing...nothing is left the terminal frost digs deep into exposed skin. The cloak flaps absolutely in the wind. Time is out of sync, out of place. What have we done? Where is everyone's everything? NOWHERE begun? Terminal frost burns in my sight My thoughts my fingers tips, dim stars, sinister moon only dark eternal twilight in everlasting terminal frost… lingers in my sight standing in the darkest of nights...