Make all the cold trees mourn

Their branches frozen in sightless motion

Waving, reaching for the whipping rain

There was silence and the firmament withdrew

Revealing all, shapelessly and swiftly

In carmine and crimson stood flaming the sky

The relics of myths that exploded and died

Dismantle the sun and stars in their rise

And rend from the skyline, the black in our eyes

The skyline so empty, all but one, nonexistent

Words were not, nor gesture, thought or life

The sky dancers laid slain and old

The firmament in perpetual withdrawal

Lux Aeterna, sing unto the world