A Metaphoric Second

The landscape escapes no doomed scenario

Wracked and used by a diseased Lothario

Shrouded, misted, post-apocalyptic

A metaphoric second to the stark and horrific. The spoil'd of war, the well-fought for,

That bears the scars and wounds ignore.

The fallen foul of where the thunder struck,

Needs must victim more than bad luck The broken rock, the soiled found Magmatism reversed hellishly around

So vision these sordid eventualities, Locked in as lose-lose realities SP