Hale House

As I walk footless in the uncertain night;

I am boneless, I am bones

I am catacombes above the surface

Shrouding myself in my own nakedness.

As I sing voiceless while the colors turn to dust;

I am boneless, I am bones

I am the sun buried with my fathers

Shrouding myself in grass and stones.

As I lie bodiless in the stillborn dawn

I am boneless, I am bones

I am brought down by my wings

Shrouding myself in ash and smoke.