Frozen Wasteland

In a city by the lake,

Snow falls thickly down,

Trapping its' citizens in an icy slumber.

Frozen.

Jagged columns of metal,

Proud testaments of Man's

Desire to fly,

Frozen.

The lake,

With its choppy waves

And blue glass shine

Is left

Frozen.

Metal beetles,

Whose exhaust

Chocked our lungs,

Have cumulated ice and frost.

Frozen.

Here we walk,

Ice and snow crunching under our boots,

We are the Air and Land and Water,

And We are left

Frozen.

Fear us Son of Man,

For your land is not your own,

An in our wake

Is the Frozen Wasteland.