Wounded Lions - Mothlite

The house

A Home

Family

Frailty

Young and old

The ghost

Haunted

Wishing

Wanting

Willing

Bleeding

Crying

Asleep

Look at them carrion

Up in the air

As the vultures stalk the ground

In despair

Let the skeletons

Guard the fortress

There’s nothing worth keeping

The treasure has long since gone

You should have told your children

That we are alone

When love rushes in at the speed of light

It’s less than a moment

Nature

Reversing

The passion

Passing as all things must