Dark clad waters, still warm shrouds
Doomsday warning from the men in the clouds
Lily's weep over light that fled

Words were carved in my arm by the dead
Grim like war, foul like tar
Corroded fragments of a dying star

Sleepy herons abruptly awake
as the black god arises from the cold of the lake
Figure of smoke, emerald head

Magnificent is the king of the dead
Somewhere beyond the sun still shines
But even snow dies sometimes