breathing wildly, neutrally
as winds fall and circle
the ashes of a face
the children wandered far
from the iron mountains
and curtains of light
where only enemies
shy away from sad eyes
and now all that Autum has left
is a damp floor and chilled windows
insulating despair with silent
mocking vibrations
speak softly
and hold withered hands
near the tongue
while crying for the children
who couldn't be found
only forgotten