Danse of Shatter'd Tongues

Alone on a hill, unborn motion far below Set in a chill, steel-spanned river, ashen glow Lady in white, soft light blanket yet unfold Clad in the night, to arouse the cold Conceived by a demon, this climate insane The wind echoes out its strange refrain Metropolis mornings to shatter your dreams Time rushes by as the city screams Alone on a hill, summer's comfort, bright and green Held by a will, to imprison, so it seems Bent to achieve, rushed by value's shallow tone Led to believe I am not alone Suspended in air, in the flickering gleam Refined images are faintly seen In leafage, pleasure, binded tight The tinted crescent fades from sight