Should the moonlight ever fade
Who would truly notice?
Drops of silky silver streams reflecting a reality for aid,
Peace, rath, desperation,
Into tears of sort yet still differing a shade,
Drip ever so slowly simply wishing to break
This empty flowing basket I have made.
No-one will gift but a second glare
To the moonlight melting into the shallow sea; afraid,
Empty sands mirror what melancholic views
Circle endlessly, as anger must cascade,
Hear me scream, pierce the endless night,
Disloyal flames burn to invade
My core, now strengthen my voice,
Crismon will stain the sea as tho flayed
But who would notice?
Should the moonlight ever fade.
-Smile

















