the city
bedazzled in
ice
sits
silent

the
ambient
sound
has gone
missing

no cars
or planes
or sirens
or people

a lone
hollow note
rings
a low
rumble
pulses
across the
electric
purple clouds

the heater
kicks on
as the storm
begins again

the city
bathed in
frozen
silence sits
morosely in
the merciless
embrace of
skadi

no ambiance
a necropolis
coated in
icy remorse

no utterance
a fool
sitting
staring out
anxiously
listening for
a sign of
life in the
concrete tundra

no cars
or planes
or sirens
or people
nothing
except for
the clouds
a sinful
expanse of
electrified
purple
a natural
baffle
smothering
any sound