No end the eye can see,
Giant towers of stone
forever going,
climbing skyward in the swirling mist, tinged orange by the setting sun.
Nothing but fear,
No laughter, No smiles.
Train to kill or be killed.
The Earth blackened,
The sky clouded,
Some end it.
By falling,
Falling from the towers above,
Closer to the Earth,
Rushing sky scrapers of stone, as if rising, trying to find fresh air.
The floor coming to great them,
In its heavy embrace.
