Slender fingers of a blistered diamond
Bejeweled in tarnished sky
Hands of sundown's dying flesh
Stroke rusted cords
Of fallen gold
Stringing crafty lyres
Of course the hands are weeping
Indecisive harps
While murdered faith
Engraving misted rose
Chanting mournful requiems
Through deafened wings
Of a blurry emerald flame
Once heartened exile
Echo blinded song