poetry

The stars were forfeit The day I fell I ground towers of stone Futile was the baleful church bell Liquid life, solid death The color of a man's last breath Ceases from use, unfit to be called To deeds of arms he be enthralled Underneath the clouds we roam In a world of shadows and unknowns Lost in echoes of our plight Yearning for a flicker of light In the silence of the night Echoes of our plight We are shadows in the dark Yearning for a spark Underneath the clouds we roam In a world of shadows and unknowns Lost in echoes of our plight Yearning for a flicker of light Desperate to break us From this world that forsakes us