Sardonic is the day against the trees, how it looks to cast judgement upon the ground

What vitirol it holds for the human realm, how it seethes with poison on the soil

The day is doomed with this aura, never will it become more than just a somber storm

For the day has turned a vengful shade of red, it has shown its teeth to the sun, it has scraped its claws against the moon

Out the window the signs are clear, that the tides will not react to this haze, they will restrict and cower

So I look at the sky, and know the day is not at hand, I am alone in souless elements, only my will to call on in trials

he moon I share a kindred sense with, it hovers alone in the void of the cosmos, never really seeing life

But it glows with such a radiance, how majestic it mirrors, illuminating in the gaze of all to see

I look at the magnificent with a sense of sadness, and a sense of almost… faded envy

I do not hold the wonder it holds, the grace or beauty it radiates every night

I am just a shadow, sitting on the edge of a veil, alone with my bruised innocence

Alone with my tearful eyes, sitting with my thoughts, watching the moon up high above

This whirlwind picks up the most peculiar things, the thorns of the barbs, the pines off the trees

I always see it approaching everyday, it holds a dark unknown inside of it, it is shaded with uncertain affirmation

If I jump into this oddity of a force, will it hurl me to another rabbit hole, will it sweep me away from this plain

Will it set me to another realm, one where these scarecrows won’t cast the droning sorrow among the fields

One were my veins run pure with silver and water, were my eyes may be glazed with tranquility

Were the wild flowers seem to dance with the orchestration of the gales, were the hares seem to sit with peace among their furs

To a place were I walk among the forgotten vineyards of a past ghost, were I may set my feet to the slumbering soil around

Were I may dip my hands to the rivers around, and feel the mineral bliss of natures wholesome warmth

I’ve come to the apex of a Greek tragedy, the operatic sorrow of this moment is chilling to the skin

How the tears of Dionysus flow as a stream across this granite eclipse, it hardens the marrow inside the bones

This is the sun & moon, waning to the tunes of mythological thoughts, the midnight ringing close

Waiting to see how it ends, if it ever ends

If it ever ends

The Devil told me as I sat legs crossed, in the dreary wheat fields I spend my time

That the world is a dark place, cruel and malicious in its nature, that God merely is a vacant father to his children

The Devil spoke of his disdain; his contempt for God, how he loathed him so

That he was merely only the gatekeeper, that the evil of humanity did not come from Hell, but came from within

I looked with a dreary gaze and said what of evil, is that how you say it is so for this world?

Maybe God never wanted this to be correct, merely a test, a trial on how things would transpire

Maybe he knew all along how it would go, maybe he knew that this moment would come to fruition

Maybe you are God yourself? Dressed in devils skin to mask the sin you will not admit to

Maybe you are afraid of what you have done, afraid to know the dark honesty of all this

Maybe because you aren’t so powerful, merely human, as human as the rest of the world

Sweet sunflower, never set your gaze to the ground

Always keep your golden joy to the blue eternity

You are something of magic, an etheral miracle of the natural order

Never take those moments of sadness as permanent

For you are radiating, somehow the sun planted to the earth

What diety made you I do not know

But you are something beyond special

Beyond the mortal definition of tremendous

You are something more