Darkness, closing...
The ever escaping feeling of truth.
Full moon, rising,
Enveloped in a cloak of sorrow.
No stars to see this night,
No crickets chip,
An eerie calm.
This Darkness overtakes my lamenting soul,
Sapping me, feeding, feeding.
Pain, lose, hate, fear,
These incessant feelings haunt the very corners of this dark world.
No relief in sight or reach,
Just the night,
Just the moon.
Clouds slowly devouring the light,
As the moon fades it becomes a forgotten memory.
And with this fading moon goes the hope of all,
Of few, of one.
The hope of me, my last request,
Before darkness wins the night,
And takes the day,
Darkness, closing...