The end of the world

[Helga]

Chains are around her wrists.
Tight around her ancles.
They hold her trapped,
they keep her locked.
The world she once knew,
is lost.

The world she made
is under construction,
it was taken over
by a lesser race,
but a dominant race.

This cruel twist of fate,
keeps her locked.

Tight chains make her bleed,
she crawls on her feet,
she can't move.

Mother nature
fades from bloom.

[Jay]

Dark, desperate, nice, 'ankles' :), like the first stanza best.