Eerie, does the silence grow
we watch them, with their holes aglow
Chalk splinters, in the dead of night
This time, it lengthens, a heavy blight
Lost, a wastrel, paper thin
Blistering forth to a tempest, a deeper spin
Fusion from within, we fast
Drawn to this flame, unity in the last
Cataclysmic moments, they cresend
Stymied, yet not broken, append.
