Sweet Symphony

Sweet Symphony

Sweet symphony,
A chorus between,

The cruel world and me.

Fighting each breath,

Biting each tongue,

Dancing in the masquerade of death.

Lips moving as the music sways,

Eyes glistening as the verse swells,

Revealing the ballet of decay.

Take the hand,

Bring forth the red rose,

The mask has slighted and fallen,

A true facade is exposed.

Ribbons of lust,

To tie us together,

A box in the rain,

Open, fading in the weather.

Pages of hopes,

Dreams attune,

A voice assured,

Magic on the Rune.

Sang to the heart,

Swollen on the lungs,

Frail in the bones,

But sure on the rungs,

Of the ladder to the lights,

A pale moon hung sure,

The pallid cloak on tight,

Around the shoulders of pure.

-FractalLuna-