Wind a tragic fight
Callous long unkind
Twisted steppes of snow
Beset, entwine
And then we find
Great
Heap
Cower
So incomplete
Grant we the gaze
The sun
The moon
The size
Barbed pathetic climbs
Garish sinking flight
Morphing stalkers
Take us to the site
Drank the fill of feathered peaks
Balanced fire, tamed breeze
Plead your space in Nether
Breast fed
Lives stacked as bird seed
Brain grease
Chastise impurity
Bleached tree
Send we
Pure Will
Of Great Heat
Daybreak
Crows spoke for they could
Disintegrate
With stare reigned by thick fumes
Bent claws
Worn screech
Borne on these drained feet