Under the silver light of the second full moon
Lies the pages of a blood oath
That stained the floor in a crimson ink

And from that ink
Destiny spun into the unfortunate fate
That transgressed underneath the satin sun
Though of the sun we bared not it’s light

Shamefully we walked
As misfit to the catastrophic entities of time
Yet with our hollow smiles we ran with pride
Unweaving fools in tuned to the stars

Therefore we cared not of the morn
Nor of the sweet dawn that awaited in the twilight
For to faded was out forte
And the true beauty of our lives only lied within its end

But a flower bloom in the night
Causing me to lose all focus, So I became lost
Lost to the enchanting mysteries of what could be
As well as to the ideals of what the night was meant to be

To what purpose was there to reach for life in that moment I wondered…
Perhaps to show some means of hope
To instill in some that life is much more than shadows… Maybe

Funny,
How some things become more relevant when the sun is not shining
Like those stars or that silver sighted moon

Call it the will of a god to have such a simple thing change a misguided fool.

~ Paradise’s Poet ~
Tony Yang’s post on his blog

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