I made it far, with a scar in my heart
I made it far, with a lonely stare
I made it far, with laughter misplaced
I made it far, with little to start
I made it far, losing the quescent mark
I made it far, with delay in rue
I made it far, I'm fading now
I may make it far, yet fear the how
Aimless, hapless with a dilemma in bleeding heart
Broken last straw with a cidar drop
Rusty barn with a olive heart
I will make it far, with my olive heart

A tipsy gesture, a scarlet heart,
Cold gaze, yet a warm smile.
A stone-adorned mask to veil the facade,
Rosy cheeks, flushed in autumn’s haze.

Elegant, yet hauntingly entranced,
A fugitive bound to a secret affair.
Tarnished eloquence, slipping through time,
Condolences for leaving you alone.

A dark star, flickering still…

An affair that was forbidden by heaven's
A gate which pave to hellish bark
You who embodies the circle of faith
Let your birth rebel against laymen
Submerged the sunken gold drowned in red
Orphan the poor soul with no return
Submitting the anxiety of ancient lark
Clarity within the crystal of sapphire
Emerald hue within azure lake

Having a fugitive rumour, travelled through wind
Agony twisted, upon rusted sword
Two sword entwined, bound to bleed
Eternally you are cursed, to everlasting doom
Hatred calling the mistress of demon
Carving itself on a stone with no manner
Thanks to hate, I'll wait
Cursed upon a blessing
With heaven's near, yet hell remains
Still I'll wait....the name is hate

The 13th star that was not destined to be born
Rose to the peak, altering the thread of destiny
woven a new path once laid, shaping his own destiny's braid
Hapless whom everyone abhorred, has cultivated plenty of luck
The footsteps that were once believed to be the cursed, has healed those who have come
across with it
The voice once deemed diabolical has now unveiled the world's truths.
The eyes that has witness everything, has a slight glimmer of hope in it
The hands that have suffered a lot, do not wish for misfortunes for one to endure it
Reminisce about the past when twelve stars were distinguished
Struggling to survive every day, the thirteen star was in clandestine
In the darkest of the realm 13th star emerges, with every bit of luminescence
Forging himself with brilliance one can’t reckon
Pioneered himself as omnipotent
Blessed with cursed, tended the wounds
Owing his life to others, a kindred spirit
One untouched by fate has carved it’s path
Eyes that once lost it’s life, foreseen every core
In a realm overshadowed by malevolence, the thirteenth star shines in solitude.
Etching his existence on the fabric of fate
Sewing a garb that only existed for himself
Letting only the 13th one to bore it with same prowess as himself
The thirteenth star leaves its trace upon the celestial canvas.

Touch which leaves a traces of warmth
eyes that only care for the dazzling cold
words that harmonize with the haven
regret for the not believing you
heart that has a core with golden hue
hugs that sympathize with your dull soul
smile that wants to keep you confines
fear that meant only for me
emotion welling up inside me cause a havoc
loving the same you in every timeline
hoping to gain a piece of yourself that only belongs to me
self-reflection on wintery lake with dozens of stabs
love, oh my love be with me foresting a wounded heart
and in silence I wait for you, embracing a feather that cannot fly

He whispered, a voice full of warmth:
"Even if you don’t want me, remember—I’ll always be waiting for you, my blue. This somber place, once alive with the glory of the past, will always welcome you back. But don’t wait too long, for time may intervene, and its passing could take from me what remains—my soul, etched with fragments of red and gold."

replied came with a heavy and bittered voice:
"Waiting is meaningless if it only gives you a false hope I can’t bear to see. Your soul—my only haven—deserves peace, where the gentle light of the moon reaches to soothe it. I’ll wait, too, longing for your embrace. But please, don’t forget me. Forgive me, my beloved..."