Stars and moons aren't meant to walk
In the lives of Sun and men.
Greying evening gates will dim and bind
Keeping them apart.
My pale moon flesh
Twisted, wrought with sickness
Wakes and sleeps only with stars,
While my lover and Sun
Dream in slumber's throes.
No rest is found in darkness
For sickly night shadows of day men
And so, no sleep will come to me
On this night, or any other.
As my mind and body grow restless,
Begging my lover to wake with moons,
Greying gates dim further.
Stars and sleepless night creatures will sadly learn, that
"I will never rest with the Sun."
Nov 28, 2011
Nov 28, 2011 at 10:50 AM UTC
Stars and moons aren't meant to walk
In the lives of Sun and men.
Greying evening gates will dim and bind
Keeping them apart.
My pale moon flesh
Twisted, wrought with sickness
Wakes and sleeps only with stars,
While my lover and Sun
Dream in slumber's throes.
No rest is found in darkness
For sickly night shadows of day men
And so, no sleep will come to me
On this night, or any other.
As my mind and body grow restless,
Begging my lover to wake with moons,
Greying gates dim further.
Stars and sleepless night creatures will sadly learn, that
"I will never rest with the Sun."
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