Make all the cold trees mourn Their branches frozen in sightless motion Waving, reaching for the whipping rain
There was silence And the firmament withdrew Revealing all, shapelessly and swiftly In carmine and crimson stood flaming the sky The relics of myths that exploded and died
Dismantle the sun and stars in their rise And rend from the skyline The black in our eyes
The skyline so empty All but one, nonexistent
Words were not, nor gesture, thought or life The skydancers laid slain and old The firmament in perpetual withdrawal