As
Dainty
Jewels carpet
Pastures Painting
Yellow wheat and
Ashen lips are
Singing
.

If
for the
gentle Sighs
escaping Iron
skies in Evening
Breaking open Once
again the Mornings
giving Birth to
honey Day
.

Ti tans
War ring
Clashed     Their
Blades into     the sleepy
Mountains        Face and soon
 They broke     Its Skull and
Spread its    Bones to
Crumble with        the Stones

Abruptly             Angry
 Storms     start         Sleeping
Breathing Winter out of
them

Autumn  
Walking with the Elders
To be swallowed then by Tartarus