...a whisper
almost inaudible
rising and falling
and still rising
yet not halting
even for a second

a cry
so eerie
from hollow souls
and empty vessels
echoing through the earth
and beyond

lighter than thin air
heavier than the Satan's glare
it reaches a thousand ears
yet falls unheard

wild beasts stand still
staring so benignly
while they cry
caught up in their own snare
struggling to be free

with skeletal fingers
pale and decaying
nails dig deeper
in to an earth unyeilding

from dusk to twilight
from twilight to dusk
pleading the hell
cursing the heavens
like a jackals howl
at a shivering pitch...

They cry....