Surrender
Slipped away
From the shackles
Of their cold
And death-stricken lips

Adrift
With frayed resolve
In the fading gusts
Expunged
By the iron folds of sleep

Blood stained garbs
Lied singed and ragged
Blackened, by a fire-bred dusk

A tune that sailed along
Beyond
Their fallen forms

Full
With pitiless rage
Starved
For the flesh
Of docile prey to come