Make all the cold trees mourn
Their branches frozen in sightless motion
Waving, reaching for the whipping rain 

There was silence
And the firmament withdrew
Revealing all, shapelessly and swiftly
In carmine and crimson stood flaming the sky
The relics of myths that exploded and died 

Dismantle the sun and stars in their rise
And rend from the skyline
The black in our eyes 

The skyline so empty
All but one, nonexistent 

Words were not, nor gesture, thought or life
The skydancers laid slain and old
The firmament in perpetual withdrawal! 

Lux Aeterna – Sing unto the world!