Burning
London is all burning down,
Its steel, its wood, its clay.
The Old Machines have all descended,
Shrouding light of day.
...
Blood and dust run through the streets,
Into the River Thames.
Bricks and mortar reach the broth,
A concoction without end.
...
Some organics choose to flee,
Others choose to stay.
Some will change their loyalty,
Others simply pray.
...
No cloud has silver lining,
No reflection of sunlight gold.
The cycle always continues,
The same story always told.
...
Night has come, Big Ben strikes one,
There will not be a dawn.
One broken city among many,
On planet long forlorn.
A/N
I admittedly wasn't that impressed with the trailer for Mass Effect 3-it felt more like a teaser than an actual trailer. Granted, ME2 was announced with a teaser, but it used a teaser's strengths to its advantage by...teasing us with Shepard's apparent death. There's also the notion of the Reapers apparently focussing on Earth, which gave me the sense of "um...why?" than "OMG!" Still, it had some nice visuals and actually showed an alien invasion outside the US-something that Hollywood has admittedly saturated us with over the years. Either way, the idea for this fic came from it.