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



Lux Aeterna - Sing unto the world