A thousand miles in any direction
A mysterious wind of sumptuous ridicule
Paced restlessly in the direction of Fallen angels
They were desolate and dangerous like an evil child
Unwanted by many
Crooked paths trapped in uninhibited landscape
Outraged sense of reluctance
Omens presented to the attention of gods
Dead, dry, desolate the omens filled heaven

Look higher in the sky for the stars were close.

Trapped in the clarity of the light
Starlight glowed like heaven
The light made the omens screech like coyotes
Descending dazzled clean lined sun
Against dark desolate dry filled with uncertainty
Night was friendlier than day...