Rigor Sardonicous Sleepless
In the twilight frost a chilled earth does weep
As it's life fades to the ashes of clay
Mother is gone and bereft of hope
In a slumbering sigh all that was has died
A shade cast to the cold, black rain;
In the sleep that never dreams the pale cover of earth's harvest is barren
Weep your sighs as they cascade to ice
The breath of life has frozen in the night
Herein lies dead emptiness
Embrace the sombre desolation in this respite of grace
Mother is gone and bereft of hope
In a slumbering sigh all that was has died
