Well, here is my free style verse about the 2nd picture of SPP Writing prompt 15.
Faded charcoaled hope cast guilt upon streaking skies.
Dark and dismal…. Awe, this is illusion's finest hour.
Nighttime conceals this jagged terrain,
But with morning light comes the sweet scent of renewal
Just let go…….
Let chance blow around on its own merit.
Breathe life just one more time.
Tumble amongst the chaos, until your final bubble bursts
Creating thunderous applause amongst your enemies