Erythraeum

Seven shadows grim and tall
Grow and focus on the wall of
Water sculpted in the sky
Thicker than our blood

If creatures breach the fluid dam
And in the ancient cradle land
Clay will fill the vacant eyes
Bones lie in the mud

Turn the fevered wails to ash
God, the demon faces laugh
Stitched with cravings of our past
Vomiting our grime

To our backs the sun erupts
Scalds a name into the dust
Were our faces not our masks
We could see it climb

Mottled clouds of frosty black
Of what we carried on our backs
Our captors' monuments and tombs
A stranger's barren spires

Will we hold the children's hands
Turn in feeble trust again
Feel the rush of light consume
Flood our eyes with fire