Turn aside Steady eyes belie the fear Small hollow words, clatter to the ground Broken Ruin has come, not fire Or in ashen rain Only in turgid silence Hanging, flayed Submerged in presence summoned It expands with breath, filling rooms Welling up from the tar choked springs Reeking black star, shining weary light Bloodied eyes, no tears Bloodied eyes, no light Know not to what this moment's owed Only slipping in shuddering dance Towards cold, radiant dissolve