(no subject)
Deadly Beauty
Great cities of towering steel skyscrapers tumbling down, down, and down. Metal beams crashing with a soundless boom. Shattered glass rain down like thousands of tiny shimmering diamond snowflakes, singing an ageless song worthy to be heard in Heaven itself. Scattered about are clusters of warmly glowing fires gleaming like red roses in full bloom amongst the blackened ashes of demolished concrete and steel.
In the dusty grey network of broken streets, cars of every shape, size and color sit, abandoned by their fleeing owners. Traffic lights change unnoticed. Green, yellow, red, cycling in an endless sequence Street lamps flicker like dying fireflies. Sheets of yellowing newspaper whirl like children in mini dust tornadoes.
The streets are deserted.
Shops of every kind stand forlornly; stripped of its intended purpose. Clothes lay scattered on carpeted floors like fallen flower petals, creating an abstract painting fit to rival any famed painter. Silver shopping carts roll un-pushed down aisles of canned goods. Money, for the first time, sleep undisturbed in cash registers.
The stores are deserted.
Restaurants miserably wait for the return of their valued customers. Pepperoni pizzas sit half-eaten on polished white plates; sizzling sodas unfinished and forgotten. Overturned tables and chairs disrupt the natural order of the dining rooms. In the kitchens, pots of tomato soup stew deliciously on the stoves, as crispy bread burns to ashes in the unmanned ovens.
The restaurants are deserted.
Echoes of joyful laughter and cheerful chatter fade distantly in the wind. Its ghost-like quality whispers softly, haunting the rumble and tumble of metal and steel and wood and plastic and flesh and bone.
Order and chaos tango to a unwavering song of life and death.
Beauty and disaster, one and the same.