Remnants
Dreams
In the darkest of night
Whispers silently from the light
All lost, in the eternity that is time
A last regret lingering
Crying for something that was left unfinished
Yet, it too won’t last
No different than a morning shadow
“At the beginning of another dreary day
I returned to the same dream”
Faced with the looking glass
Reality blurs into two
One bears false, the other swears by it
Remembrance of happy and sad times
Oh lily of purity
Blossoming most divine under Luna’s gaze
How serene, how enthralling, how benevolent
Rupturing the looking glass
“Year, after year, after year
I’ve waited, for a dawn that will never come”
A blue glass moon, shimmers under the crimson air
It would seem there is a future beyond pretend
Living only for memories, falling into insanity
I will cry, until I can no longer hear my own voice
Rolling back around to a nonsense speaker
All my wounds will never heal
Slowly turning the ‘me’ into ‘lies’
Bearing witness to what is unforgivably
“Puncturing the deathless, a new morning is glowing, ever hoping, again”
The stage lights up, the audience waits with baited breath, and the mic calls from the center light
“You think of tearful partings, when they left you here below”
Nowhere left to hide, reality is chosen, bells ring out, demons slink back; this is my realm reborn
