Outside they sat on barren trees
Their cries and cackles quite deafening
Murders waiting just outside the panes
Orange was the light that poured in to drape the walls in gold
I turned at last to face the devilish things that awaited
All at once away they flew
And suddenly all that I ever knew came crashing in on me
Grayness pushed out the last of the light and ushers in a lonely night
So I lay, still unmoving
Figures came to climb the walls and dance and laugh down empty halls
But still alone, I waited
The sun did rise and fall again countless times as I looked for them
Eyes began to beg not for sleep but of some promise of relief
Then bones and flesh began to ache.
Finally did they return, and on their wings away I few
With nothing but the thoughts me and you.
~l m d