The sky is stained with black and blie,
Sad and forever bruised,
His years wet the earth,
Bringing a gloom to the world.
The sky cries,
For the forgotten noght,
His lover,
That was left behind.
The sky longs for,
His moon that shines,
In the dark times.
He weeps,
For the beauty,
That is his night.
Her hears her call out to him,
From the other side.
The wolves cry her sad song,
Everyone she misses her light,
The stars fall in memory of her sacrifice.
To save her light,
She had to become the night.
Two lovers,
That were forbidden to love each other.
When they finally find a way to meet,
Their love will blond,
All who stand to see,
When the night reunites with her light.
This is a tribute to any star-crossed lovers, if there are any.
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Tolerant
PoetryIt's just poems I wrote. There are mostly about life and things I've learn or feelings I once felt. I hope you enjoy reading them. Also the poems are tributes to people who have gone through some tough things.
