The Shadow Men
Starry glint through blackened pallet
dulled forever, worn by weight of time.
Men of Stature, strong of heart
felled by the uncaring of consequence.
Aching bones seek final rest,
weakened props for seams of flowing red
in place of ancient black.
Yet giants still, to those who know.
Pass not by the shadow men
but pause to hear account,
for night time beckons and as light fades,
shadows shorten, soon lost forever.