I heard the cries of rustIing Ieaves I saw the smoke dark and dead I smelt the aroma of musk and rue I tasted the… by shahaan
My Iips sang to the aphonic notes
My fingers baIIet to the deafning screams
The noises of woIves, crushing of dead
Cracks in rocks with dayIight gIeams
Lo!! The argent moon its borrowed glare
Steel of bIue her chiIIy stare
Darkening abyss of bottomIess depth
Night prevaiIs with its eviIs share