Rain slides down his cheek, as he stands their in silent damnation.
Thoughts of betrayal in his head, of words unspoken, never said.
damned will his soul forever be, again he murders a silent plea.
take this hate from this torn out heart, and with it the power that should never be impart
his foot steps, that make not a sound.
are gone before you can even turn around.
like a flower in the bright suns rays, you stand out on even the darkest of days.
Pale do they in comparison to you, how could man be such a fool?
The ravens silent cry, a moral comparison of you and i
for you are the music the black bird sings, and i am the darkness the raven brings.
walk does he, through the night alone
the wolf cries in the distance, as he seeks his will for moral resistance.
"The night, such a beautiful sight" he says as he wonders the park alone.
"it's the one thing, that i've ever been able to call home"
home, he thought. though he knew it was a meaning he knew not.
until the sun had touched his night, and chased the shadows far from sight.
Now he comes to meet his sun, for you see, his travels are done.
and so it comes beyond the horizon, her eyes a deep sky blue
beautiful she was, in a gown of flowing green.
her golden hair shining, in sight of his view.
The wind he felt across his face, was like her holding him in a tight embrace.
with light she touched his skin, filling him with deep chagrin.
and like ash they melted away, lovingly in each other embrace