Fractal Death Sonnet

I weep for the hills laid waste by darkest night. I weep for the rivers frozen in coldest ebony. I weep for shadows of trees and the failing sun. I weep for the tropics of paradise and the sea. When the beauty of the earth vanishes from me, then what was one life worth but what is lost? My mark upon this day must fade at dusk. Lost is the beauty of a maiden's plaintive dance. The passion of love on an August night subsides, gone, gone on the wind of a midnight storm as sodden ashes fall upon the sand, the residue of fires the storm had fanned. The end brings naught but tears and silent doubt, memories of vanishing time in a roundabout.