over spitting waters
stumbling their way
nearby to wise and tisking trees
fake flowers gently sway
taunting is the cackling crow
in the haunting final ray
but mindless is the nameless
who nevermore sees day

as shuddered breaths sigh for them
vast blue will cry for them
said tears to dry for them
the sun will die for them
dead moon to rise for them
white light will pry for them
through thick dark sky for them

and i'm sad fake colors lied to them

and slipped into decay
false petals fade and fray

time takes all vibrance away