Amongst these barren hills I sense
A gasping tiny spark...

The shadows will reach and smother this day
As evening approaches, no words left to say...

Above the wind I heard your voice
And touched your greying face...

The earth has received you with open...
Your voices have been snatched and thrown by the...

You stand as Sentinels of gold
Garbed in sheaths of green...

I'm scrunched so small, into a ball,
I lay myself upon the grass...

I waited for you to go, for SO long -
Holding my breath such icy sighs...

I was half way it seems
Between your world and hell...

I will come to gather you
And take you to my heart...

Oh humanity I do despair!
For all your wanton, callous care...

I promise I will love you
For better or for worse...

Upon your mossy banks I lay
As dawn gave birth to piercing day...