Untitled - December 5, 2001

In a city of power,
there lays only a field of ashes,
that serve as the living reminder
of the loss that swept through
one day.

In a land where the north wind blows,
a blanket of white snow
falls against the darkness of the night ahead.

Under the miasma of lethargic remembrance,
we seek the blissful peace
once found
in oblivion.


- based on words provided by Todd Sudbrink - field, blissful, peace