neptunian shores with onyx oceans
stone on stone in tidal motion
white sand glows in stellar thunder
riding winds of feral wonder
blackened city crouds horizon
tempest winds pull forth the mizen
swirls with dust and dreams and ashes
lighted now by violent flashes
fields of lunar flowers bloom
white and fragile things of gloom
starlight fingers lace the sky
knowing they will die.
moonlight sways, and freely flowing,
catches winds of dreams and knowing,
all the while sadly going
to the place they know they'll die.