Listening to
The echoes of the night
And the seasons that
Have all changed too much
Quaking at the thought
Of those I've never loved
And those I've yet
To come to know
Yesterday that haunts
The sound of rain long gone
Time continues
To race ever on
Refreshing the lying game
The game we all play
Without ever
A single thought
Listening to the darkness
And how She calls out
To the Man of the light
Her lover lost
Lost without doubt
The darkness whose songs
Praise the dead and their work
Poisoning the very air
With their whispered deathly stares
No sound released
And yet the cries
Vibrate out
Until the living due die
Strength fades
And faces people change
While the dying cry
Haunting the every hour
With their songs of joy
Joyful songs
If they sing
So do the very depths ring
Ring out with every staggered breath
Understand this, my friends
The darkness cries
Her dead die
And all to mourn
Her Deadly Light
YOU ARE READING
Of September
PoetryTotally changed the album around after deciding I had waited too long on it. Sorry guys! Hopefully this makes up for me being so inactive. Lots of Holiday Love, Xinder
