Demonic Wealth -

The elk moans

Bending under the weight of cells

Years before the passing

Of demonic wealth

The leaves wail the sadness of

Those stricken silent

To be of the growth and of the end

To be of the growth and of the end

Solid be the fragments of heart

And its continued diminishment

Judged and remembered time and again

As one to underestimate and ever feel

Time’s cold push cannot disintegrate

Such longing and such regret