CLOAK OF A CRY

Willy-nilly naught
A heavy burden bought
And tore him tout
Tempering in hands
Of sobbing silence

No one knows, where
The shadow wafted
In heavenly death
Because the orb
Was slovenly dark

Willy-nilly in hell
Many tinkled the bell
Brazen its way down
In paths unfathomable
Wearing a cloak of cry