Foresight

Four stanzas

As memories
Turn to dust
The waking sun shines
Black-violet light
Trees fade away
A desert so cold

World of greed
Lust of flesh
Blood red lives
Streaming tears

World consumed
Martyrs or heathens
Saviors or villains
All so grey

A time of nothing
Shall no hope be saved
Finite lives bestowed upon
World of no sight