Moons great light pools in thousand cloud peaks
under starless black a bell rings without cessation.
Lone wanderer caught in a slow flurry of wandering bones
empty pages know nothing of the words that will never land.
thousand cloud peaks moons great light lost
under starless black bells ring with river deep sorrow
bones of the starved follow wanderers down dust laden streets
words will never arrive on these empty pages
Picture one found here: http://amoretlabor.tumblr.com/
Picture two found here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gashadokuro
Skeletons. Giant ones. And I debated using the first picture. Because its terrifying.