Stone's Eternity

Below the earth, in thickest black 

That dawn breaks, crackling, underneath

And founders in the leaden curse,

My head is crowned- a golden wreath

O'ertops my frail and broken wrack.

The day's red eye will never turn

Its molten beams on my stone face, 

But, if stone could burn, the fires

That dance within this damnéd place

Would neither soul nor body spurn.

The ages drag as mountains crawl,

And terror, cold as nothing, stirs

Within my slow-decaying breast-

Stone wears away, and nothing cures

The fractures of this longest fall.