Cut down to a field of stumps

I breathe ashen songs

Uprooted,  

Sailing on a mortal wind

~

Violence pangs within

Beyond the night’s golden pyres

Still the hellfire falls

From a downcast smile

~

And still I tremble haunted

By an exodus of shadows

Their prey not far

From their thunderous strides

~

Still the emptiness rings

Its many tolls of affection

Slowly gathering to bloom

Yet again with full hearts