Heart sorrow full, followed by pale phantoms
He winds his way through darkened avenues.
Far in the distance, the echo-yap of
A hell hound’s bark shatters the silence.
This citadel of restless, walking dead,
Holds not the warmth of a beating human heart;
The fading heart of Lillibet.
Suddenly, the fear of being alone,
Is outweighed by fears of being shadowed.
There is blood on the moon, cries from the ground,
For in this place only the dead are found.