
In september,
silence draws in.
Until the ritual bells
start ringing.
And the sharp-eyed
magpies roll across
the high plains.
Then, through the sun
and the moon.-
souls will rise again.

In september,
silence draws in.
Until the ritual bells
start ringing.
And the sharp-eyed
magpies roll across
the high plains.
Then, through the sun
and the moon.-
souls will rise again.