tribute to the victims of the E2 tragedy

another night as it would appear of the norms
becoming those that prayed for the death unborn
within another night of a dead winter calm
the walk of the ferryman looking into the night
when it comes when the end of their life is due
in a winter's night within loss in of breath and life
the beginning of the death in the shadow of storms,
when death comes in form of a slender palm,
bodies piling down the stairs,  coming in the fears
waking to the years they lost,  this and forevermore
in demise coming without no form of age,
piles of life as it crushes everyone around,
scars of memory painted in blood red,
as they were left between the trails of life and dead
looking within the fires of death as they no longer breathe,
piles of life closing in as it is becoming close to gone, 
closing in the passing of the years in form of white crosses
haunted in time within a season of a long, cold February,
The years that passed -- the victims in the grave,
told from the passing of seasons, and nightmare screams,
in the winter's winds, one can hear the names of the dead,
from another night that would appear as a night of norms
as in an hour become the endless storms of Hades,
while they feel the cold, slender palms upon their souls,
beneath a memory of years within the emotional scabs,
tearing within a sign of unseen scars -- tearing away,
hearing the deaf screams against the glass
pounding for life which they had death greeting them,
as from time ticks away,  the slender hand reaches,
when it comes among the souls they reaped
waiting away for the nightmares within the pyre.
the touch of the hand,  their souls been sewn,
as what is written in the eyes and stone,
beneath a night as a long night in February