And in the nights to come the sky will empty *revi

And in the nights to come the sky will empty The stars will leave the mourning to rusted moons Lowering their eyes and coughing as they go In early twilights breezes glowing guilty Fiddle with leaves and all the brittle coffins Lie scattered beneath a single trembling bough Forget the lies of a vengeance still to come Whispered by plumes that rise in fretful ribbons Nothing stirs the covens they stand without shame Consumptive figures of fun with all their claws Raking the flaccid clouds and when the rains Do fall the witches gather them up for oils And who’s to say when the itch might strike again To leave the gate for misery’s herds ajar So lie right here my peach in this gutted town Where lonely ghosts can watch us night after night Damping down the dust with trickles of nectar Ravens will scratch the skies with their broken wit PS - this was very loosely inspired by the recent Australian bushfires, which I'm sure you've all heard about. As an explanation, Eucalyptus oil, which is the sap found in a type of tree prevalent across much of Australia, is highly flammable. The Eucalyptus trees themselves are resistant to fire but the rest of the vegetation is not.