Tle last Sting of the uncounted

Sounding Cymbal
in the tiptoes of flowing lights
Crashing thunders
In the shadows of unseen darkness
The day breaks in its full glare
Night has lost its innocence

Nothing but a smile of the forgotten
Crawls through a destitute mind
A distant past, unravelled futures
The Nightmare of the unborn
The lost souls of death

Ethereal Eternal
The count of the immortals
Not spirits, not souls
The un-dead, streams of unliving
The last sting of the uncounted.