Amber
                                 ~~~~~

Days of prosper all but gone,
The Aftermath trudges on,
No more the days when hope still shone,
Unending night; fleeting dawn.

In the rubble we make our homes,
Work our bodies to the bone,
Happiness all but unknown,
The hopes of salvation turned to stone.

Each endless, futile day we number,
Laying waste in a world grown somber,
In futile soils and dreams we clamber,
Since the whole world turned to Amber.

                                  łTsł