o5

Falling down. Falling down. Falling down. Fall falling down. Down down down. Down to the underground, far under ground. No water, no sun, no wind, no stars. Only ghosts. A ghost world of phantoms and demons. Spirits haunt everywhere. Every space is occupied. White mist contrasts with black velvet walls. White diamonds replace burning stars. Chilled air replaces warm summer breezes. Only echoes. Only shadows. Nothing phantasmagoric or extraordinary. Extraterrestrial beings have never set foot here.
They took the trees and they poisoned the seas. They burned through the dome of enlightenment and truth. They wasted away under too-hot suns. They starved from lack of the bounty of earth. Gaia is almost dead. Persephone is now a queen. Zombies walk on waterless charred grass. Concrete is cracked and buildings destroyed. No birds sing. No fish swim. No life is anywhere to be seen. The horizon, once so full of potential and wonder, is now empty and dull, no ships sail there. Heat rises from grasses no longer green. Waves crash upon shores where footprints are now washed away.

Through the caverns and desolation of the subterranean world, a dim light glides above the rough cold floor. These walls are home. These stalactites replace a once blue sky. No footsteps echo here, but life there is still. Small, insignificant, dying life. Life. Forever trapped under ground. Still, living. There is but a fool’s hope. The future is in the hands of a small crying child with no one to hug. Just a ghost. Falling down.