• Blackest night of silent hold.
    Falling down for more and bold.
    Failing lies of ever since.
    Callous fights of sharpened flint.

    Chill fall back in hollow days.
    Bellowed sense of forgotten ways.
    Calling names of those once here.
    Feeling now that I am near.

    Courtly seats of zealous fields.
    Fill blankly held nights of old.
    Our valent truth of none.
    Still waiting I am done.