Broken echoes in solitude
Beneath the ridge, they unwritten stay
Songs of lament turning like dusken tides
In morbid embrace of time's decay.

Wailing beneath moss-veiled rocks
Ghostly hymns brew in eddy
Their bones shadowed by twilight grim
Into silence cast, unnaturally steady.

Here, in ridges fell bite crisp winds
Etching tales of crimson
That which cowers in crevices, seldom seen
Frames of the fallen on remnants arisen.