Amidst the desolation, where shadows loom,
Nathan survived a blast, sealed his doom.
A nuclear echo, a world torn asunder,
He wandered alone, a lone soul to ponder.
In the hushed aftermath, he emerged unscathed,
A survivor adrift, his spirit half-braved.
Through the ruins, where silence held sway,
He walked the ghostly remnants, day by day.
The air, heavy with the stench of decay,
Nathan roamed through the lifeless gray.
Months turned to seasons, in solitude he'd dwell,
A solitary figure in a dystopian spell.
His mind, a canvas for illusions to dance,
As specters whispered in the nuclear trance.
In the vacant streets, he sought a face,
But found only echoes of a lost embrace.
Haunted by phantoms in the rubble's maze,
Nathan's sanity, a flicker, in a haunting daze.
Figments of connection in a world estranged,
His reality, a shifting, ephemeral range.
Through shattered skylines, he'd meander,
A lone voyager, sanity a squander.
The horizon stretched with no end in sight,
In the ruins, Nathan embraced the night.
Years rolled by, in this apocalyptic ballad,
His footsteps echoed, an echoic pallet.
A man unraveling in the silence profound,
As illusions painted landscapes all around.
In the emptiness, he'd conjure a friend,
A mirage in the void, to his soul to mend.
Yet, in the ruins where time ceased to trend,
Nathan's mind crumbled, a tragic blend.
A survivor lost in the nuclear debris,
Haunted by the whispers of what used to be.
Alone in the echoes of a world erased,
Nathan's journey, a tale of time misplaced.
- DW Huth
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