Indistinct shapes
  swim through
a malignant sky
  Specters
of a forgotten time
  Shades
of abandoned ideals

Indifferent clouds
  carousel around them
While grieving stars
  weep acrid tears
No voices
  praise the divinities
No hymns
  proclaim their glory

Beliefs
  lost to the eons
Faith
  meaningless and empty

Hope
  a fading light
Slowly tumbling
  descending
on a tattered feather

For even the angels
  have turned to dust.