There was a certain fascination in the way lightings grazed those auric cliffs
Blissful stem spoiled by a veil of midst
Thereafter owning a soul strewn with shadows was no longer a virtue
It became the most devious conviction
Glimpse of a swifter pulse
Whilst he danced and glistened
His features screamed words of terror
Wondering why those who surrender to the depth of love
Appear to resemble jasmines climbing over eucalyptus roots
Fragile creatures willing to perish
Petrified was the moonflower dwelling his spirit
Tacit witness of his aching exile
Enchanted by that everlasting night, he disappeared
The ultimate shred of humanity leaving his core in vain.
