Towards the Scorched Horizon

The winds howl through hollow streets forlorn Concrete giants stand, their faces worn Ghosts linger in the lifeless square A ferris wheel frozen in open air The clock stopped when the sirens wailed A fleeting moment where all hearts failed Now silence reigns, a deafening sound Life erased, beneath the ground Windows gape, eyes of forgotten homes Stories buried beneath leaden domes Nature crawls through the cracks in stone Claiming the ruins, its seed have grown Beneath the rust, shadows still dance Faint echoes of a fleeting chance A city waits, bound by its sin A monument to what could have been The river flows, its waters stained A witness to what mankind profaned The trees stand twisted, their roots in ash The soil burns where memories clash Children's laughter, a distant dream Their voices swallowed by the reactor's scream A sunken world beneath the haze Forever trapped in endless days Towards the scorched horizon, we gaze Through toxic fog and ashen haze No path returns, no life to reclaim The heart of Pripyat whispers its name The weight of time bears down with dread Marking the steps of the living dead The hollow realm, forever confined A barren shrine, to humankind