Go before a wintered moon,
And wash the floors with blood,
Calvary shed tears for fallen men.
The saddened shape of wallowing mothers,
Forgotten besides a rock half hearted,
Blue in the garden of afterimaged suns.
Follow me in the bask of glory!
A sanctity of food,
And willowed aspects of what of you?
The swallowed end of a dream to be,
Flailing in motion and disbelief.
The shadowed images.