Oh dear, she said
there comes a time
when all things
they cease to shine,
and looking up at frail moon's fade
she lost her way
she lost her way
ever toward an inner light
ever toward a mundane night
you cannot ask for want of asking
ever toward the soils crashing
oh dear, she said
there comes a time
when all your dreams
will lose their rhyme
and so on past
the child at play
and past the girl
on bridal day
an further past
the humming hag
until she reached the grave at last
oh dear, she said
there comes a time
when all things, they cease to shine
and looking up a frail moon's fade
she lost her way
she lost her way
Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 4:43 PM UTC
Oh dear, she said
there comes a time
when all things
they cease to shine,
and looking up at frail moon's fade
she lost her way
she lost her way
ever toward an inner light
ever toward a mundane night
you cannot ask for want of asking
ever toward the soils crashing
oh dear, she said
there comes a time
when all your dreams
will lose their rhyme
and so on past
the child at play
and past the girl
on bridal day
an further past
the humming hag
until she reached the grave at last
oh dear, she said
there comes a time
when all things, they cease to shine
and looking up a frail moon's fade
she lost her way
she lost her way
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