Fully bloomed sky that lights the night in it’s darkened times of age,
Queen of thee, half empty moon, guards thy happiness for whome?
Spoke did not, we can guess only, she knows the man that wants change :
This lone wolf with his wrong thoughts, hopes he can make her lips raise.
He looks at her, till the dark fades, and when she’s full he wants her stay.
Romance is not present, his young, ripe breast’s forever pure,
Yet, her traits, true in his dreams,
Repeat their line as in a play;
Enjoyed by him, without his will, this damp, cruel fancy breakes his core.
New protector of his smile, all you do is rip his heart -
You say nothing of your pain, all you do is listen soundly,
Take in carefully his despair; he just want’s to know your part,
Help you cope with your emotions, clean your soul of the cold endly.
Better take care of this boy, that nature has gave up on,
For his growth has just begun and a pack will taint his wings.
When you’re lost, not seeing him, his soul tries to reach your throne;
On his stairs he works all day, and in him a war has gone.
