The Edge Beckons

The windows stare at an empty world
Above the doors that lead to nowhere
home for skull and wind-kissed
All these roads lead into the mist
Steel wands have lost thier power
As the rain rusts them away
Green palms bend beneath the showers
That washed our world away
Church is empty, cross stands alone
Grave gardens, flowers of bone
Caves of teeth, hills of hair
Gifts from the past fill empty lairs