Echoing Earth

I watch the lonely sky

I knock at its door

I heard a sound of cry

Why it comes no more?

That was the echoing earth

I gather as I walk,

Cries from a diseased bed

Yes, just the cries sans talk

I grow pensive and still

Men shrug and go

My nerves get a shrill

Some sail, many flow

My heart skips a beat

Recalling censored dreams

A vision of castle sweet,

Now it all screams

Faces so pale

Voices so hoarse

Like a monster’s tale,

As scattered bleeding corpse

I watch the lonely sky

The door remains close

I heard a sound of cry

Even it comes no more.