Drones Over the Styx
A drone hums above the bridge’s black skeleton,
Its light flickering like a lost star.
The river holds its breath—motionless, heavy—
Reflecting shadows of a city that forgot itself.
A car waits, cloaked in frost and silence,
As if mourning its last mile.
The air hums with something unseen,
A vigil for the unremembered.
- Time of DayDusk
- Winter WeatherIcy
- CharacterUndisclosed
- View fromOutside
- Christmas Decorations & LightsDrone Lights