A calamity, once noticed,
Pure in its whitest robes - a flower
Under the beating rain of blood,
His yearning increased to cover.
Being one with the blood hail,
His pale hand then extended the sun
In its humble form of paper and straw,
The city master now bound to give shade
I of carnage, great battles won
Yet human, I think not, Immortality I wish
Not upon, Saw you bloom my darling.
My dear, you flutter against mountains,
Nibble at the peaks, bringing all creation
Into their shattered knees, Nonetheless,
I stretch the sun in its humblest form.
For I have fallen ....fallen in awe