Once married to wholesome deeds
When the earth was quaint
Tranquil and fair

But the cyclones fell
And ravaged self-worth
Unearthing
All feral and tasteless desires

Once blissfully married
To a full and serene state of mind
Before the slums
Sprang higher and higher

They were bent to encircle
And cradle the mourned
Enclose them in horror
The refrain of decay

There is only the dusk
And the comfort of drowsing
To a glimmering low
Red-stained and hollow