A lost child strode by
among the trees when all was neigh
the pain of war was left behind
and into the ground he dug tight.
The elves came when the water sank
picking away from burnt pieces of land
and when they saw the boy they sang
a tale that drove the angels mad
"Let it be told
the truth of how the moon
turned to stone
when the sun drew away
and its heart grew cold
When it kindled the flames
of its one and only sun
with its ashy blood
just so all could marvel
at the beauty of the one
it loved so much
But that cut out its own fire
and with the smoke fled desire
dear crescent moon tired
and one day it expired
and we were strung away
in darkness,
waiting for a far day
Those hours have long
lost their light
and since then
we've called it night
in it our eyes resign
to leave our souls un-reigned
high to the neutral sky
they give the moon life
that keeps the mourning sun
alright."
The boy was somewhere deep
the world did not reach
his soul was fast asleep
paying the rules no heed
for when it came time to rise
it would all be
a hopeful dream.
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Mabye if I Fall Asleep I Won't Breathe Right
PoetryRelying on possibility, slumber, and the unknown sweet demise of death. This book is a collection of poems that are unrelated but as a whole struggle to portray the meaning of the title. Through my distorted vision, a lot of things might seem disjoi...
