at midnight.

a night i can never forget
nor ever redeem-
who is the bearer of the shards?
Dryad danced her warnings
in a wood that burns
with distinct fury
with melting rage
in utter destruction.
I cannot witness more acts of Death
It's too real in my eyes
it beats too pure in my heart.
You pass me-
dear brother and sister leave
Blessing wash you both
Slowly,
threading through the ashes
wreaths of earth crown you
breathes of peace adore you
rains of Heaven fall...
the winds of nature's fire
'tis too cloudy to seek the stars
a night so clear
so vivid
it burns.