To think of feels
That cause those chills
Bruised and Swollen heels
From far rolling hills

The embers that burned out
And the dreams therein
Shivering strained shouts
From woe locked within

And dust is what we are
But lo nobody sees it
Stretching selves so far
Hoping, no you needn't

Pray to lay and soon decay
At least you have the tickets
Mourning on for brighter days
An arrow flown, you missed it

Some pious be
And others filled with rot
Always better be
Or sowing filth, let's not