"Saffron"

The sun bloomed of saffron light, 

Beaming of heat against the wall of plight,
A gloom eclipsing just beyond the border -
The shadow of a town once alive,
But in its sleepless pitch of dark repose,
lay the carcass of wilted fields,
A place untouched by the warm waves outside -

The wall encased a carnage left by impure hands
Where forevermore shall it see of only night;
The bed of undisturbed rainbow hues
Now resemble a battlefield of dying life,
Plucked too roughly, and left to grieve
In ashen skies where God has forsaken thee
by the grayish blight