Drafts of "Fallout":

Draft 1:

New day dawn,

Sun peeks over the horizon,

Over lawns of dust,
Desolate wakes of war,

Sorrowful rains poured,
From broken hearth,
And broken hearts,
Our pangs sing,
Desperate desires for hope,
Ringing ears recall,
the rending blasts,
of fire blistering the sky.

Draft 2:

New day dawn,

Sun peeks over the horizon,

Over lawns of dust,
Desolate wakes of war,

We were waking to reality,

Sorrowful rains poured,
From broken hearth,
And broken hearts,

Our pangs sing in unison,
Desperate, desecrated desires,
Ringing ears recalled,
Wailing between sirens,

Rending blasts,
Blistering skies.

Draft 3:

A new day dawns in shadow,

Sun peeks in vain,

Over cloud-covered horizons,

Unseen above writhing darkness,

Dripping, oozing pain, rippling,

Over lawns of dust and debris, winds waned,

Shattered, scattered pawns, desolate wakes of war.

We were waking to reality.

To smell the ashes of the new age.

Sorrowful rains poured from broken hearths and broken hearts,

Survivors claw Clawing from under and over piles of corpses to reach the morning air,

The rancid rubble spoke of our ruin, painted,

Awash with the spattered blood. essence and scattered flesh of the young and old.

Our pangs sang in unison as we woke up to smell the ashes of the new age,

Of desperate, desecrated desires, ringing ears unwillingly recalled,

Daisy exhibits tongue-biting, hair-tearing, pale-faced, wide-eyed terror of the decimation,

Hacking through the taste of dust and debris, struggling to breathe enough to think,

As with the dawn, more comprehension of our calamity tore out screams between tears and sirens of blasts and blistering skies echo throughout,

The monsters of metal and ore concoctions created and let slip to be unleashed as dogs of war by hands and minds like our own.

Those who would bleed red and taste the rain just as we do if they stood among those of us still left with life and limb enough to stand.