Have you noticed that I like shortening things and rewriting them from a different perspective? The source material for this one is a bit more obscure than Harry Potter... (H.P. Lovecraft's "At The Mountains of Madness")
Note: I don't own Lovecraft, and don't have any delusions about my writing being as good as his.
Frozen In Time
Can you imagine?
Waking amid the icy snow banks,
Four-legged beasts
Tearing your frozen flesh apart
Unfamiliar, but soon destroyed
They make no sense to me
How could such a hostile creature
Slip past our best
Eradicators?
Everything here is bound in white
Landmarks gone, plateau deserted
We were laid out near familiar faces
Long-dead friends dragged here again
Where is the world we knew?
What are these things with their simian faces?
Descendants of those amusing buffoons
That once graced our dinner tables
It seems they've inherited the world.
Nothing is the same
Our race has died in shame
The great city is falling apart
And the ruins echo with the sounds
Of our own time
No. This cannot be right
Echoes never ring so loudly
And voices are smoother
Than this cruel parody
Of a friendly, piping greeting call
I think we'll die after all.