Incarnate Our Tears

Honey teardrops held on the cusp

Of unblinking shards

Of splintered glass

Shimmer under

The day's dying light,

Willing themselves not to fall

To a screaming liquid Death of

Mounted bricks beneath us.

Pillars of crystalline Sorrow

Greet the new day

In a cacophony of

Exploding stars

Shooting across inky shadows

To burn our dimly glowing Sparks

Like a distant diamond's implosion.

A/N: This poem is from Thundercracker's point-of-view. I told myself I'd try out him some more.