The storm has ended
the fall that went on for ever has gone on forever and is now complete.
The rain has stopped smashing cold hard hammer blows
and the fire which engulfed us all has engulfed us all and we are now just ash and the fire has burnt itself out.
The war to end all wars has ended ready for the next to begin while the gallant heroes limp home having exchanged a leg for gold and glory.
The revolution promised in exchange for our hopes dreams and aspirations has revolved into the revolution to revolutionize revolutions is about to begin.

But for now the ground lays flat the cold damp earth simmers
the dreams the foolish idealism turn to hot air to inflict their vicious lies upon some other poor unsuspecting fellow.

an arm reaches out of the warm sticky mud into which the whole world has sunk

drowning in its own waste and hatred and mistakes

the arm reaches out and a mouth touches the surface
the fire and fear and anger and regret and loss in the widowed mother of orphans eyes

she looks to the dark green empty sky

gasping desperately as the vicious price of her own viciousness encircles her

and she pleas to the world to help her, but it is too late
and she screams for mercy from a world of which there is nothing left
and as a candle drowned in petrol she burns as a candle for what is left of the world, for as long as there is a flame feeding upon her dying flesh there is hope.

She grabs into the air for a non existent hand to drag her to safety.

She disappears under.