apparent lifelessness

amidst the desolation, the voyages of life, tumult of rage, i cannot forbear the bestowed of no escape, which i might admit to a beloved moon. A provision of countless screams of despair passes through the spirits

And the ghost of a world remains to haunt the air
Where no man dares venture, not there-
That place of no escape,
Poisoned with a plague
Of hate and rage,
haunted with screams of despair;
They all say “Hades entered that day,
All the life there has gone away”
Not a breath nor a flower nor a bird ever stirs in such a place,
Not after that one disastrous arms-race.