These twin towers,
once stretching towards the heavens,
in all their brilliance,
now lie crumbled beneath your feet.

They have heaved a final breath
in their quick burn and decent.
Warm ashes still filter through the air.
A reminder of what was lost.

Wafts of smoke still create nostalgia
of that dreaded day -
when modern man's creation
became nothing more than burnt cinders.

This horizon is bare now,
longing for your forbidden landscape.