Out of the black, into blue
Feel the rain as we move into
Blackened skies, where we roam
Bending trees and lifting stones
Take a bow, take the leap
Collide upon the growing heap
Chaos rises as we near
Soon no sounds are left to hear
Out of the blue, into the black
See the stars beyond the crack
Rising see no one is alone
Above the trees and ashen bones
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 