I tread on tan plains of shattered history

The cliffside stretched before me, 

Rustling trees,

Silent rivers,

Silver clouds,

Beside me.

Darkness fell,

And the moonlight danced in the breeze

Stygian rivers echoed the plains,

A perfect counterpoint to the sunlit moon

Each stone was a note in an ossified song

Trilobites entombed in their rocky prisons

A field of black tombstones in tan shale

A symphony of death and night

Of song and stars

Bright stars stood watch over the scene

Illuminating the rivers,

The trees,

And the clouds.

Their light reached into every crack and crevice,

Bearing silent, eternal witness to the ancient cemetery