Winging waves,
Soundless shadows;
Sunful silhouettes,
Making mysterious
Stagnant shapes.
Forcefully flying,
Boundless bounds;
Floats freely,
Solemnly sliding,
Smoothly smiling.
Sadly slipping,
Dreadfully dying,
Failing falling
Greyish grounding.
Silent sound.
Mounted movement
still, still,
Deadlessly dead.
Blind bat
Carrion corpse,
Skying small
Never nobody
Longless living
Degradingly dead.

The oracle of death
lies in mist,
A sign of glory
hate and tears;
The walls of misery
a darkened fist,
Of shrouded shadows
hidden fears

A war, a fence of doom
devours,
Castellated walls
With hurtled stones;
Amidst haunted sorrows
black flowers,
Where corners sprout hell
crushing bones.

S.Cameron LVI