What a lonely night,
what a lonely sight,
not a sound from above.
in the dark fog mist,
a figure?
No.
Just the wind.
The pin-drop silence.
a shell of a world,
torn and shattered.
How sad might this be?
For lonely is she,
what a waste of space!
But space there is
nothing but space.
What Shall become of her?
A world in ruins,
a desert of rubble,
Why only her?
Left without a thought,
forever wander,
this ghost of a world.
