Rise up O fallen one for thy
grave has opened.
The moon shells, out, it’s ray’s.
Snakes stream o’er the ground.
Clambering bones lift in height.
Sightless eyes, emptied of their
sockets, stare blindly.
Chattering teeth speak of
Of lovers in the night’s silken
Of hearts that burned of
Now he weeps.
But his tears are gone.
Pooled under his lifeless form.
Wetting the ground from
whence he came.
Silent moans whisper her
My lover, my lovers, come nigh.