A wind-ridden night and an empty road where the army of the Prince of Parma
Left the horses' corpses behind
There atop the bald mountain blaze the bones of the newly razed castle
There is only stone sand dung and a colorless aimless wind
This is a landscape brought to life by a moon jammed sharp in the sky
And grungy shadows down below
Along with a white gallows that dangles gaunt pods
Of flesh revived by the wind that shadowless cloudless wind