his deafening tone booming behind my door,
Blood of my heart dripping in his snow
The pain,now blind, is blind no more.
A skeleton, a skeleton Zues hath struck dead
his immortal stone crushing with dread
yet tall, unsteady cannot fall,
till u find me hiding behind the bedroom wall,
When his black lifeless hands shake my
dying trunk, October's leaves will fall
to the end of the bottomless bunk.
Once, like a diamond shrub, my leaves grow
until life catches up, his blackening crow.
