The blasted heath
where the dead are unquiet
battles and murders
the lone child crying
here the ground bleeds
the sky weeps tears of flame
my soul falls from grace
into strangled moments
where time captured lost others.

Their trials and black fates
bleak agonies or torn shame
shattering their dreams
alone near the tree
the night that never broke
the dawn that never came
they fell and died before relief
I fall with them, alone
the darkness on forever
the well that hath no floor.