Inverted Wasteland

Vibrant roots rupture through a spiritless sky
Dying branches bleed through an animate earth
this is the land where the living don't die
perpetually perched on the edge of rebirth;

Through the leaves the wind whispers
uttering barely an audible sound
Wooden skeletons, they shake and they shudder
inside the void - a muted silence resounds

The darkest burning star marrs a scarred sky
as the brightest midnight eclipses the plane
a misbegotten shadow from the light sighs;
test'ment to the wounded and slain

Flames scourge the surface of this fallacy
fire erupts, geysers betwixt the fissures
the brittle bones snap, burning and crackling
how much more can this land endure?