The Great Debacle

War is lost, future is sealed Biting the dust, fleet spread astray Final extinction stage Bright is the sun of sour guilt Fathoming what doom befell Obliterating fierce might Foraging the apex, An edifice of downfall Vanquished, defeated Humiliating checkmate Debris floating in ether Ashes in the shade Carrions in weightlessness Hovering, lighted no more Castaway cargo, Hope has expired at once The Great Debacle Perished coming, life's last strain Bleak bleeding of rearmost insight Frore is the void that remains A colorless flare in the dark