As the sun bids farewell To this dusty wash Its last thin rays Kindle tiny stars That dance In no particular time Specks of stray glass That collect the last hints Of the fleeting light As darkness grips This wayward land Scant flickers of transient light Frolic in the distance A sure sign of some dreary town So I wander through the night 'Til I reach its shadowy edge Where gravestones lay between Shuttered homes and rusting hulks Where I see her figure Faceless in the gloom And she says: "Turn away! These people are held by a cursed star There's blood on the lupines and a fever in this town."