Make all the cold trees mourn
their branches frozen in sightless motion
Waving, reaching for the whipping rain
There was silence
and the firmanent withdrew
revealing all, shapelessly and swiftly
In carmine and crimson stood flaming the sky
the relics if 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 firmanent in perpetual withdrawal
Lux Aeterna - sing unto the world
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