The sun is set. The leaf is fallen. The moon's begotten in the west. The dead, The damned, All lay behind. Skin and voices Scarcely met, All of life that remains.
All dust is dust, And blood is dust.
The branches are leafless. The ocelots are clawless. Serpents lie And worms with apples are abundant. The gravestones cry o'er empty sockets filled. The roots are fled.