When disappointment braves the harshness of life like hearded shades she was too mute to have her say. Across glass cut hearses laid a dead scent before he was ash sang sweet hymns verses. As cold mountains weathered the storms a artic fox sat between the thorns. While he sat on a bassalt throne his body turned to bone. Just as winter turned clay to ice leaving the temptations of new heights. Wondering through the frost like a poor man lost with out love that was his cost. As a darken room took hold of his mind in solitary confindment held all his lies. While moonlight felt upon his gaze a medicant malevence drew back a holy stream made from god's tears. As he feared man's heartache and pain. Beyond the range of his thought trailed grass dipped willows as a sad woman cried on her pillows. Just as lucency thrives across a deadly silence knowing this madness crippled his mind. With in the far reaches of sunshine stood the pillars of a radiant lust. In our lord we should all trust knowing one day we will all turn to dust.