Needs a better title.
Shattered glass hiding in hollowed past.
Bright of night blinded by insight.
Dusk be dawn cowardice so long.
Panic with lust there is no trust in rusted bust.
Shallow down the hollow well of tomorrows.
Swim in the soil spewing with pools of mineral oils.
Erecting berms out of embers of remember.
Hours of towers emitting no mortal powers.