First things first.
The air went cold a yonder night
As the stars searched on
The crescent blending into song
Writ in ink and blood
The eyes clenched for a pain
Which played to hide and seek
Standing in the mirror tall
One knew not what to say
One longs to be free afar
Even if on the other side
These molten sands that grow about
Out of the void one breathes
Torn is the heart of the thinker
For there is everything yet nothing
In the lanes of his fancy
Swaying to the music that he alone hears
Who is to say if I sink or rise?
The light is only for me to be
The night won't know me the morrow
As I won't you
I need answer one voice alone
Which knows all there is
Whilst muted still to passers by
Singing to my every thread
It is that night once again it seems
The air it wisps by me
Not smiling, cross, high or low
Just listening to its song
As do I, as do you
As do all who care to be
In the closing and the ending
Must await the waking sun king
--
Good night.
The air went cold a yonder night
As the stars searched on
The crescent blending into song
Writ in ink and blood
The eyes clenched for a pain
Which played to hide and seek
Standing in the mirror tall
One knew not what to say
One longs to be free afar
Even if on the other side
These molten sands that grow about
Out of the void one breathes
Torn is the heart of the thinker
For there is everything yet nothing
In the lanes of his fancy
Swaying to the music that he alone hears
Who is to say if I sink or rise?
The light is only for me to be
The night won't know me the morrow
As I won't you
I need answer one voice alone
Which knows all there is
Whilst muted still to passers by
Singing to my every thread
It is that night once again it seems
The air it wisps by me
Not smiling, cross, high or low
Just listening to its song
As do I, as do you
As do all who care to be
In the closing and the ending
Must await the waking sun king
--
Good night.
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