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
©infj-loki
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