Orange and red
Besmirched upon the ground
Oppressed winds howl in the lead hearts of man
No words are spoken
as silence swallows the land
With is haunts and its banshee calls
Shadows grow longer
and their folly is immense
As our night becomes their play ground
And their prescense becomes our fear
When the moon is high and waiting
Silver fingers
out stretched to greet the sleeping heads of man
To fill them with effervescenent dreams
Melencholy minds are set at ease as the fireside blazes
Satin stares and obscure kisses fill the night
As the seemingly never ending night
Chases the day
Secret lovers flourish
As it all just fade away