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The skies grow dark,
From grey to black
A brooding calm
Yet an upsetting vibe
The night whispers
And the moon calls
As the stars scream,
We run along the shore
Shortened breaths as we fall
Gasping stares to the sky
Cold wet sands
Hands towards the heavens
Reaching higher
Cleansing touch,
Purest crimson moonlight
Bodies heaving
Like a never ending dream
Our minds lost
Hand in hand now
We whisper to the night
We call to the moon
And we scream for the stars
~Written during a Lunar Eclipse~
 Mother Of All Battles · Tue Dec 21, 2010 @ 08:14am · 0 Comments |
