In the land of bones, where skeletons fly
About the gap-toothed maw of a giant.
There is a beast, entombed in war armor
As large as a mountain, with long curved fangs
Blunted by years of the wind's weary caress.
Centuries old, the monument to greatness
Stands massive and ponderous, ageless in time.
In the land of bones, where skeletons fly
About the gap-toothed maw of a giant.
What once was cream fur and bristling jaws
With a roar feared by noblemen and peasants alike
Is now a heap of moldering bones.
Mosses grow indiscriminately
On the spikes of its armor, around its broad base.
In the land of bones, where skeletons fly
About the gap-toothed maw of a giant.
Ringed by strange lights, framed against a pink sky
The tomb of my father is silent evermore.
Mouth opened wide as if to howl
One last cry of defiance to the pitiless stars
I have seen enough; I turn to depart
From the land of bones, where skeletons fly
About the gap-toothed maw of a giant.
Father.
