They sit calm and brave;
Taunting the waters below;
Staring off into open spaces;
Time appears to sit still;
They simply pass, never aging.
Gravity fails to pull at their brittle frail bones;
Souls that connects straight to Mother Earth.
The leader spreads its wings;
Flies off into fathomless depths of the azure
Searching for a fortress of solitude;
Over expansive blurs of land and sea.
The flock has stayed behind at Crow Bridge;
Staring at the galaxies of stars;
Thinking back to the worlds destroyed;
Their fates have been created by your will.
A shapeshifter has suddenly attracted the curious,
All at once they rise in an uproar;
Chase after their leader some more.
What is left behind from them is silence,
As the current of death rushes below.