A Year Later...

The broken paths,
the vicious cracks,
homed the inflamed storm
heard the forbidden chimes
sucked the green bloodshed
raced behind nature, which
never failed on the rise of the sun
and they, they got lost
those darkened deceased souls
buried in the cemetery of thoughts
amongst the green lilies on the graves,
mournful and despaired, yet the ultimate nest
we shall not allow the cracks
on the cold stoned heart;
let’s follow the caravan’s trace,
restart, and praise the lights;
the light at the start of an end,
the end of an era.