The earth was silver

and the woods bare

silent and waiting

for no one was there

The moon waxed pale

and put upon a frown

For she was dwindling

Faceless, she'd fall down

For the world had gone soft

Yes, the world had grown cold

No one else was left

Gaia was hoary and old

Long bereft of those

who would call themselves masters

what land do they dominate

that even really matters

And I walked through

the cemeteries at night

With headstones for teeth

and cloying mists, with no light

And we met there

cemetery, swirling gray

and embraced a moment

because the dead cannot stay