Falling Together Poem by Matthew Fowler

In darkness leapt a soul that sparred.
With the night and the insidious stars.
And with no vow, be layed to rest.
In contiunce of the withered crest.

Be screamed the morrow of the year.
That saw no reason to be feared.
I, in fraud, in victory laid.
Yet saw the future freezing rain.

And the crookedness of withered souls
That hath sold their spirits for false gold.
A radiant mind sparcely lit
Falling together, bit by bit.