Faces leering from a noiseless past,
of wandering vagrants who've collapsed.
In heavy heaps on wavering ground,
where muted voices make no sound.

Carried off again by anguished fear,
these gossamer ghosts of life appear;
From shadows that masterfully erase,
each wanton missive in mass disgrace.

Unidentified souls which tour the plain,
seeking comfort from such hurt and pain;
Stealing fragments from the earthen core,
while discovering spirits' captive allure.

A crisis brews from those who shatter,
identities which quickly haunt and scatter;
Their claims adorned from angels' choir,
but still remain engulfed in endless fire.

Yet determined to rectify the cause,
within the burning souls' resolve;
In wake of heartened words' lament,
clear waters flow from mortal repent.