The moon is stripped of her worth

Lasting breaths threaded deep into the earth

To her own death among a lone star's birth



You promised... & I believed... To after be deceived...

I gave thou my soul from when it can't be retrieved

It's bound, rewound & drowned 

In weaves with sleeves to only conceive a curse to my souls grieve

Still you leave



Catch my tears as they fall  & allow me to weep into nightfall

& 

As the howling owl beckons my soul with her delicate call

My weary bones will break as my body falls


There's mud within my heart smothering each little precious string torn apart 

Your beautiful art 

How warming of you my sweetheart



Lost between the looms of lunar's noon

I wait for my shattered rose to rebloom

In a moment, before it's too late, sometime soon

I'll look into the eyes of my groom