Ashes flutter upon the walls of hell;
snowy white and harvest orange.
The lillies grow; they fade, they die
beneath a pale crescent moon.
The walls loom higher in the sky,
angry fingers reaching to destroy Neptune.
Desire flutters like the ashes,
breaking and mending fickle hearts.
Every unshed tears reeks of exhaustion...
please, find me a sweeter place to rest.
The nightmares that live in her head claw at my heart;
we fall down to watch the walls grow.
