Thoughts of a Loner.

Celestial. (By Sapphirus)

As he stood beneath the pale moonlight,
The skies dark,
Starless,
As hope has been extracted,
Robbed from their existence,
As the serene blue moon sang,
Sang in the darkness,
By himself,
Songs of hope lost,
Glory bygone,
Celestial notes amiss,
Melody lost,
Lost as the trinket of time broke,
Shattered,
Loosing its gleaming pearls into nothingness.

As he stood beneath the pale moonlight,
The skies dark,
As his soul withered slowly,
Slowly yet steadily,
Polluted by the karma,
The sins he atoned,
Or so he believed.

As he stood beneath the pale moonlight,
The missing stars crumbling within him,
No longer a paragon of Wisdom was he,
Hateful towards each of his shattered being,
Resentful,
His crimson eyes reflecting the moon,
Reflecting the loneliness,
Reflecting the darkness,
Reflecting the flaws.

As he stood beneath the pale moonlight,
By the edge,
Edge of the dark misty woodlands,
Woodlands he called his "Mind",
Woodlands lively,
Lively with the demons of night,
Demons who feared only but the stars,
Only the shimmering hope,
But tonight the stars ceased to exist,
Tonight the demons howled,
Howled in harmony,
Howled in hunger,
Howled in toxin and hate,
Brawling for a piece of his soul.

As he stood beneath the pale moonlight,
Eerie cascading his soul entirely,
As he finally let go,
Let the shackles free,
Free as the demons thundered and rushed,
Their dark claws unsheathed,
Claws digging into his skin and soul alike,
Drawing crimson blood,
Their fangs burying in his soul,
Yet he had a smile,
A smile of contentment,
After all it was his melancholic end.

And the serene moon sang,
As he stood beneath the pale moonlight.

~ Sapphirus