In the hour of the wolf
On a midnight still
A whipoorwill calls quite a trill
For in the moon beams
Fast and still
Something ilk hides from ill
His clothes tear at the seams
Yet her eyes glow
He reaps what she has sown
Hi face; innocint as though
She doesn't know
A lone child
A moon shadow hiding beneath a moonbow
In the darkness of an opaque nightfall
is the light of all eternity's glory
Let the value of nothing's hopeless worth
be what binds you to purity
For infinity means a lack of boundries,
which there for becomes true evil.
 Kashi-hime · Wed Jul 11, 2007 @ 08:41am · 0 Comments |
