Cold night, light rain
Empty streets, thick smoke
From the sweet air filled with fear of death to the atmosphere of merriment
How distance changes us
Blistered bark and smouldering wreck
Open wastes where once stood trees
Our prequel of dystopia arrived at last, without its' hollywood trappings
Our islands of respite and mercy are no longer
Danger is at least knee deep
Blasted chimes are blown on molten air
Rain no longer falls, red air chokes us in the the thousands
Our prequel of dystopia arrived at last, exactly as expected