We crawl through deep fall.
Upon stone walls and wet orange leaves.
Laughing hysterically at fear.
Dancing in the golden sun we count the rhythm of the beat.
The druming stings but it brings us together.
Like falling feathers we glide.
We clock, we watch, the hours fade.
The ravans cry withers in our bodies.
Hallow are we.
Emptied by the monsters inside us.
We all float.
Like feathers in the wind.
Up and down till we all go down.
Heaven bellow is a feather mound.