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, 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.
