I Saw The Moon Dead In The Wilderness Of The Dark: Poem by welkin siskin

I saw the Moon dead in the wilderness of the dark:
Tan and pale, lonely and daunted;
Like the unfounded clouds
blotting out the light and following with the cruel shade;
I saw the Sun shining into the zone of the unknown,
Like the fireflies' light faint and shadowy, thin and ungrown.
I saw the world ignited with the flames of uncontrolled fire of ignorance,
With brokenness mighty,
like the rift of heaven's gains;
I saw the sky as hollow as the heart of the heartless,
Like the tender breeze swelling across the globe, breathless.
I saw the stars sorrowful like the clay pigeons up the Garden of Eden;
Swallowed into the mouth of twilight's thunderhead of den
I saw the earth as barren as the deserts of the Africa's Sahara,
Like the fossils of the deceased seeking for the new era!