Lead wings upon a still wind
Dreams sail but will never land
As the dust collects the sand
Never to return again

Like waves ‘neath the moon rescind
A breath lasts threescore and ten
Questions stay unanswered when
Still inside the dying man

Unlike tree’s branches ascend
The lethargic, sleeping one
Never rises to the sun
Nothing for him shall await

Rigid and stiff, how he stands
The reed which doth not placate
The wind, it will bend and break
And its pieces shall be shunned

Cloth unravels at frayed ends
For once-tight thread now is loose
The lying tongue now speaks truth,
“Can’t erase a broken slate.”

Vengeance never makes amends
The shaking hand passes hate
Toothless vampires still shall take
Never blood but all your life

Rise to meet, the depths ascend
Weighted wings not made for flight
Still so heavy, seem so light
Falls from thirteen stories high