I swirl a broken body into the air,
Thrust it far from me,
I scream an agony
Breaking what remains of the wind,
I chant withered songs,
Turning 'em from tales to shapes,
[I die a dream,
I die a fire,
I die a time,
A fragment of things
That no one ever sees.]
Light flickers into shades,
It withers away,
Like a breeze that has found it's place.
