Nucleus Torn Glass Spirit
sunclad she roamed in dry woods, thickets, burnt ground
no mere shadow against blackening skies
mute air sees and knows a caress of it's beloved
laid to rest for another day in silence has passed
golden age and the slight of cruel cold hands
once spring once bloom once sun once precious perished age
once life once my own once close and dear
and the hush of death sublime
they say you hear when you shiver in the sun
shiver in the sun
how little warmth
cruellest of stars
breed ruin and then
nothing else nothing else nothing else...
but a void
spirits left
weakened hands
glad somehow
one breath taken
stolen from night's grace
sunclad she roamed in dry woods, thickets, burnt ground
naked against a naked sun
