A blasted landscape,
Burnt black ground,
Where acrid smells are all around,
The tops of trees ablaze with fire,
In this place where life expired.
Did a comet fall from the sky,
Now orange in a fire’s hue,
Its impact making the planet fry,
Apocalypse fury grew and grew.
This land of barren rock and stone,
Where our traveller weary treads,
No other life here, all alone,
A living soul in a land of the dead