In the light is the darkness the dead who thump by in their own prolonged misery. Today, that quiet corner sees commerce durable transactions of deathless life- amongst the efflorescence that which is so- effulgent. Crows and pigeons watch wait, wail from the perches these are the witnesses the quarry the suffering fatalities of interference. Now, there is only hope dreams castles in the air, aflame and the moats overflow reeking, to a point: where even diamonds cannot hide from the fury.