Dark clad waters, still warm shrouds   Doomsday warning from the men in the clouds   Lily's weep over light that fled   Words were carved in my arm by the dead   Grim like war, foul like tar   Corroded fragments of a dying star   Sleepy herons abruptly awake   as the black god arises from the cold of the lake   Figure of smoke, emerald head   Magnificent is the king of the dead   Somewhere beyond the sun still shines   But even snow dies sometimes