Blushing half-moon lace
flutters along with the water
prim, thin, and precise
it lays with inverted snow

The snakes strike its head
feathers trail behind
the old gradients of pearl and gold
line the sapph're halls

All the dead children lie beneath
posing to await their sheath
it's lines and elbows and brown
brushed with a glowing of pink

Light is fading
Cold is breaking
tucking in the world
You have nothing to fear, my dear
something is changing here