A threatening wearing

Of sharp wing beats

Cuts slick through the air

Finds my ear, sage on mind

Balancing from stone to stone

Through the consciousness-morass

And molten stinking excuses

And then I see

Odonata fields

Thousands fly

Odonata fields

The highborn dragons

Trying to filter the sound

Of the golden wing

To follow like a credo

And a descent king

On the fields I see traces

Of those who struggled

Odonata fields

Nations quests

Odonata fields

Stress the hungry welt

Hollow thoughts rise up from the shells

That now rest where burden decays

All those silver wings flew into naught

Never to come back to the cleansed garden

Life's offerings hanging

From the trees buried by time

Branch by branch a fearful heart

Buried by time

Many are those who leave

Traces in the sand

But soon they'll be forgotten

Few leave footprints in grown ground

While we leave hints in stone, yes I stone