In silent waves of half-made dreams,
The dark and hidden nighttime queen
Sails out from the shadow realm,
Stars and moonbeams at her helm.
Gliding on a scarlet ocean,
Wrapped in quiet, shadow motion;
Bent on having night unfold
With darkest blues and hues of gold;
Velvet sky and starlight old;
Wisping clouds and moonlight cold.
Ancient Queen of regal bearing,
Face of stone and heart uncaring,
Glides along the sun's last rays,
Night is overtaking day
With golden hues,
And darkest blues;
Marble orb of beaten gold,
Diamonds white of memory old;
Dew drops scattered,
Peace is shattered,
With the onslaught of the dark,
Putting end to song of lark,
With the bringing of the cold.
In creeping, gliding, wisping flight,
Comes here now the dawn of night.
Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 4:14 AM UTC
The stars shine heaven
Against the night;
With snow gleaming bright:
The buildings silhouette in shades of raven.
People rush in clouds,
*All befriended;
-songs raising splendid-*
An angel moon alights the route.
And she, so pleased to see the joy,
Shines in innocence sublime,
Her deaf, purblind light
-with smile so coy-.
Even the moon, in love, is blind.
Our light drowns the stars,
*And night triumphs.
The snow stained; a virus.*
The buildings all are deep, black scars,
And everyone's a crowd
-alone; apart-;
Depraved heart;
The moon: the only light to see through the shroud.
Rich man grow fat; poor man be shunned;
The fattened purse; the empty glove.
And all losing love
-and demons run-
Lit by the foolish moon above.
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 10:09 PM UTC