Plodding Ever-Deeper

They were plodding Plodding in ever-deeper waters Plodding in the night Their feet elongating with every pace With every plodding Huge figures after plodding More huge in as proportion direct To every plodding: Hemorrhage of black earth Black soil black peat Black moor land Burying Spears tall And stuck in that desolate Land of lands Stuck in the waters Where Floated The stars and The moon An night itself\where Round Round Round Went the ghosts The skeletons The shrouds Putrid was he heat of sickness Throbbed blood drops in the head. The stroke was made The dice was thrown The waters murky floated of a Sudden Through the Renaissance Gratings Star-moon white lights permeated. Ilipe Sedpi Throbin Krere Doti In Re Misi Proti Deppe Deppe Fri Loreni Galahadi The Mind Brain was less unstable with every pace Lights that came and went without a lid of fear.