The death of rain

In deafening droplets

Does the splashes glitter and glow.

Across the painted landscape

Fires born and raised

Passionate and considerate,

But do they consume

And leave but ash. 

A dreamscape to perceive

No rulers no masters

From the tops of our sky 

To the point of our blades

Does blood drip with rain.

A melancholy sigh 

Do the evergreens bellow and cry

For we have lost 

Never to return.

In the midst of the chaos

The mist of the pain

Is our path lit and candled 

By our once bright hopes

Are the soft songs spoken

As a eulogy

For moonlight.