A speck of dust Sits heavily On a golden crown Polluting the legacy Death throes In autumn leaves Tears of sulphur Eternally At one time, untouchable Now barely functioning An ageing phenomenon Burying memories Rest in peace Rest in peace Rest in peace Take the old gravestones and Wear out a path beneath Bearing the torches of All our accomplishments Howling straw dogs Rotting in the streets And so You follow The dying flame But the light at the end of the tunnel is an oncoming train