An Extrinsic Divide

Burned into the tattered tapestry of the foreboding sky,

are faded traces of forgotten sunlight;

as the fragments of ashes rain,

scattered over the vast distance

that separates contentment from isolation.

Futility is absolute, and alone and misguided are those

who would tread this mire; so cold and deep.

Lost are all who traverse these ominously twisting paths,

for hope is only a mockery of its own illusion.