The rain, sits tightly
up above, in dark clouds,
contemplating release,
hiding the light, and graying
out the land we sit idly upon

Her eyes glimmer, with
shades of gold as she
falls away, from me
eternally

cold skin with moonlight dancing
upon the surface, flies and nats
swarming delicate flesh
I am dead

My mind continues and does my body
to what end? I've already lost it
somewhere to the deep rumbling calls
of the ocean

Dancers will dance
Singers will sing
Lovers will love
As dead men lay on the eve
of the summits demise