Bask in the suns starlight
The sweet solid abyss,
If the crescent is what you wish for
It’s the crescent I shall gift
I know not many words of anger
For silence echos the way
I will pave my footsteps toward you
And pray those steps remain the same
I am lost without your guidance
I grow fearsome of the beckoning light
If I cried you a river would you sail it?
Or watch it gleam at the dark of night.
Apr 5, 2025
Apr 5, 2025 at 4:42 AM UTC
Bask in the suns starlight
The sweet solid abyss,
If the crescent is what you wish for
It’s the crescent I shall gift
I know not many words of anger
For silence echos the way
I will pave my footsteps toward you
And pray those steps remain the same
I am lost without your guidance
I grow fearsome of the beckoning light
If I cried you a river would you sail it?
Or watch it gleam at the dark of night.
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