Crumbling artifacts of past Joy never found again In the absence of this sun Portraying charcoal scars In artificial cascades of ebony An exhausted perspective Over hearts and flesh and mind Forever deceptive in their Meaningless wanderlust Restless atrophy of emotions And so, illusions are born Ethereal mist Shaped as a crown Devoid of jewels Spirals of gray Entwining in chromatic masks Circling subconsciously