Faint light

I stand on top

Of a tall, black plateau

Overlooking all I see

A dry, grey, barren landscape

Acid spitting burnt flowers

Rusted mechanical scraps

Pure white skeletons

Of all shapes

And sizes

Litter the floor

Bound in equality

Holding hands

I see a faint light

Emerging from sinister clouds

I look down

The edge of the plateau

And jump