Under a wan silver sky
lit with pearlescent grace
I noticed you in the shadows
your pale and sunken face
O’er lands of haunted beauty
sparkling ‘gainst the moon
your dark and empty whispers
to which I seem immune
lilt into the emptiness
above breath catching peaks
In golds and reds of dawn
drowned when heaven speaks
I reach the hollowed homestead
you hoarsely rasp with glee
I grieve by glist’ning graves
but you haven’t broken me