Near statues lean within their graces
Lantern song that fades into memory
Kiln within pressure the moment begins
Broken soil as marked by the footprints
Aeons spill through the entropic form
Lust in a lip press for blinded by day
Torn into fragments then held under
During praise and remembrance rhymes
Cast by passing nets from misty ships
Drifting by the skeletal fog border
Lit by dreaming eyes layering home
Over the impeding toll from the shore
Calling out the rumplestiltskins
Weaving stories in dark corners
Helpless to the lowing of the glee