Landscape

Gray, and brittle
Now shunned
This blasted heath

Once, fields of green and bountifulness
Grew, trees and crops, profusely
Up, in the sky, through the darkness
Came star of death, unearthly

Brown, meteor, mound from space
Wasting away in the air
Crops started growing again
But bitter in acid in taste
Tainted, the water in the well
Poison, the colour out of space

Out of space!
Nothing but ash, nothing but death
Naught but the fear, the people's dread

Nothing but ash, nothing but death
It draws people near, and consumes them

Gray, and brittle
Now shunned
This blasted heath
This blasted heath!