The lines of reason and absurdity swerve and converge

Strings snap among the multitudes that once were

Worn down by steady silences

Foundation, eons old, crumbles and soon

The heavenly sky becomes an endless cavern

Among the Good and the Bad, misfortune dealt out randomly

Within the dim expanse, Polaris becomes just another faint light

Half a mind would see the rationality

Step down from the steeple steps

But, the unexplainable and eerily captivating

Tighten the knots which cling, there must be more meaning...

“Tell them I’ll be back when winter comes”