Of A Dying Shadow's Song

the air is sharp
with star-bit frost
the sky
dark-violet smears
shot through with black ink stains
shadows cobweb over
the forgotten
wild landscape
the diamond-cut opal stars
hang stark angainst
the dark velvet surroundings
the blood moon is ripe
drenched with the crimson of the fallen
giving the shadows of clouds surrounding
a rusty tinge
a soft melody is heard
spoken by an alto unused to singing
the voice lonely and pleading
bittersweet memories are aroused
and earth's silent sister is crying