Industrial Ruins
Blackened brick and smoke-killed walls.
Looming chimneys that shout to the sky,
The stunning silence, the industry falls
The tumble-down buildings so gracious and high.
Towering like a once majestic king
Lost all glory now, but not its gracious strand
All are in awe, for this sight, inspiring
To bystanders, is a relic to our once prosperous land.
Now our prestigious past is desolate and dead
And glass from shattered panes guards the ground.
Quite soon, this piece of history, gone from overhead
Will be lay as rust and rubble all around.
© 2016 Nikki King
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