In a world clad in shadows, I begin my descent;
Solemn and silent amidst the solemn gray canvases
of skies weeping elegies for the earth.
I am but a fragment of nature’s somber song,
holding secrets of the abyss in my crystalline form.
Thought upon reflection: Do I meld,
transform into something greater,
or does my essence diminish in the cacophonic deluge?
Forsaking identity yet embracing the broader
tapestry of time that darkness weaves.
Words flow from dampened lips of rotting leaves;
They sing a dirge not unkind
to those who grasp eternity in ephemeral droplets.
Truth lies not in the dread of dissolution,
but in surrender to the spontaneous dance
of the rain-soaked void.