The soft hues of bronze and ochre at dawn 

A misty morn

Shrouds swiftly the shards of glass that mirror

Voices quiver

Behind sundry faces, wrinkles and scars 

Stories afar

Dusky undertone of memories czars

A glimmer of awe, gold and brown that fades 

Spun into a kaleidoscope of raids

A wisp of voices and stories afar