• As the christening moon falls
    The sand drags me down, to the end of my despair
    The air is crushed from my lungs
    The inescapable death which i had known was soon to come
    My cage is present; more so than ever
    This crushing guilt; eating me alive
    The fear and rage escaping through my lips
    My tear streaked screams from the hollow depths of my soul
    All but darkness swallowing me whole
    The rising waves that swept across the seashore had slowed and dulled
    The grass no longer breathing its deep sighs
    The wind could not catch a kite
    And the rain would not fall
    The sun could not rise to meet the morning dew…