Ruin

Not entirely sure how to describe this one, other than my decision to read some older literature that had been based upon fear of nuclear warfare. I'll let this one speak for itself.

"Ruin"
A cloud of dust passes over the ground,
Not a singe survivor has been found.
It wasn't long ago when they fell from the sky,
The world went silently, it didn't even cry.
Skyscrapers, shattered and broken,
Arcade machines, destroyed, spewing tokens.
A scorched Earth is all that remains,
Emptied by several nuclear domains.
A crow flies overhead,
Looking down at the small shadow burned into a bed.
Shadows burned into buildings is all that can be seen,
A dark legacy, a hellish dream.
The bombs fell, and people stared in shock,
Now all that can be heard is the delayed ticking of a single broken clock.

"Shade"