The Melancholy Of The Evening

Conflicting thoughts prejudiced acts,

Hands-on the axe and talks of peace.

A handful of love ashen with hate,

Blazing in heat, the man and his greed.

The melancholic sky, blue in the face,

and the Crimson Red glowering in rage.

Washed under Nature's Wrath,

the lonely sky and the forlorn earth.

The fool in his folly, amassing wealth,

Tearing the Earth and plundering the sea.

Laughing at conflicts and raving at wars,

Generations in vanity,

bordering towards insanity.

When it’s all done and dusted,

What will be left?

The Earth the Sea or just

The melancholy of the evening sky.