Stark and gloomy souls
	shiver in the chill astral wind
	Silver spatial clouds
	soar expansively, surround
	while aimless islands of sanity
	serenely drift with whim.

	Laughing gods croak
	their tongues are old--
	bent double, they lie to soar:
	sallow tales of elder deeds
	broken promises
	forgotten pleas ...

	Musical chords resound the space
	silent minds, abated hate.
	Tales of woe long suppressed
	echo across the astral wastes,
	dying sounds with no place.

	Malleable madness, 
	homeless groans.
	All around the silvery clouds
	drowned minds float, lost 
	and lurking.