Whom walks in the shadow shall spake it all For whom discovers the wreckage, Of their ship is to reap of all He who once told of a beautiful blue night bedazzling and bright Now must bear the requiem of his fallen stars Drowning in the silence Of your meaningless confession And to the mute utterance of their screams The sky turned to the detritus fumes of a prophet in angst All stars glimmered In the spastic rule of your king You are no one, you never were and never will be