Atmâsphere

Akasa flees its abodes The supposedly hollow cavities Latent fire once sealed within Human brain and bone The atmosphere flickers Into a strangest colour If only someone could recall That shade of eerie blue Blade of a spear reflects That deep-dark indigo shine Before it strikes down Tearing air as it comes Carving a third eye Into every forehead Something stares through The myriad of putrid eyes Some morbid wind animates Countless dead lips and tongues To muttering their own eulogy Under the inert firmament