Rushes screech and tearing swords
there is still a stillness
Flesh be gone and iron curls
there is still a stillness
Spider gently swinging
Air-brakes in the distance
there is still a stillness
shots ring out and fires reap
there is still a stillness
The soil that is the stillness
spawned the anguish
spawned the flame
yet begot the grace
to see the beauty in the flame
begot the eye, the tear, the fever
Anger roams and laughter glides
still there is a stillness
