Letter Trembling air rises to cloudless skies Where the torrid sun skims the earth Shadowless planes besiege my eyes While my mind blends with the dearth That infiltrates each fiber of my being My tongue crumbles inside my mouth While my eyes stare without seeing And my body wanes to the drouth Fleshless bones and fissured skulls Decumbent in blizzard slain ashes Wrecked and scattered bare hulls Underneath dim echoes of clashes Of arms, of tempests and quakes That loiter in a sullen atmosphere As symbols of the fatal mistakes Of those who once bristled here The final change has taken place That began in the heart of man The tragedy of a hallowed race With a task it didn’t understand And a burden it could not bear I stand on the ruins of a world Too wrecked to utter a prayer Abiding a spell furiously hurled Upon deciding to return to report That no proof of love I discovered In this barren and broken resort A sudden squall of air uncovered A riven and burnt part of a letter Saturated with love and emotion Its message made me feel better Mankind must have had a notion Of love   Rage of Reason