Hollow flames, shatter like light
Against pre-dawn silences, stolen
Emotion, left cold after a fight.

Do not fear what you do not know
Death, like the short straw,
Like the unwanted guest: awkward.

In violent fecundity, break
Apart. Crash against the sky.
Decay and let the ashes settle.

Falling like snow, drowning
in your shivering spheres.
Caged, numb, and forgetful.


Penned by my hand on the 7th of Variach, in the year 265 MA.