Cracked flesh, No false-hope for momentary revival Pained pink hills over blue-veined tributaries Paths etched, crisscrossed trails over mountains, Through dips of valleys, Soot, jagged-tipped, hide-ripped peaks, Dotted with sunlit imperfections, Weary roads taken, Indention of past bands Imprinted on the fourth peak *****. Ghostly shadows lie underneath the new alloy, Shadows of a daunting apparition That wont let go of its grasp.