Demonic Wealth

The elk moans bending under the weight of cells years before the passing of demonic wealth 
 the leaves wail the sadness of those stricken silent 
 To be of the growth and of the end To be of the growth and of the end 
 Solid be the fragments of heart and its continued diminishment Judged and remembered time and again as one to underestimate and ever feel time’s cold push cannot disintegrate such longing and such regret