The Damned Below

Of petals and thorns and skies of ebon hue
Over the moon forlorn and all the heavens too
A silence so heavy leaves all the world subdued
Fluster forth the weary wings of devastation

In the falls of man, she reckons his demise
A pitty we nestled there in the ruin of his hand
The granite behemoth rests well in bondage
As the ants below build palaces of woe