When home falls
Solemn and quiet
Eerie and drained
Decrepit and hollow

I salvage the strewn
The battered shards I own
When the prideful night
Has fully grown

Looming droves
Cascade from the dark
A thoughtless hail
For misty-eyed kin

I strive to retain
Their gilded fall
Yet the mind defers
And I cannot recall

Depleted eves
Torment the meek
Who thrive in haze
So tranquil and mute

I bundle dismay
For kinder tides
For the morrow’s care
Where I’ll tower with pride