Nocturnal Mourning

This is a really old one, but I figured I could throw some old tidbits in here.

The sun sinks

Blood red and dying.

On the brink,

Withered and crying.

 

If only we could do the same,

And reappear without this pain.

 

The moon is high

And oh so pale

Up in the sky

So near to fail.

 

Shedding light on life's purpose,

Mental torment so near the surface

 

The wind wails,

As so would I.

The sky pales:

A softened cry.

 

The sweet lark's call to start the day

Fly, my precious, guide the way.

Reviews

[Kostas M.]

Alana that's awsome, woman!!! You deffinitely got me. I like the rhymes and the picture of the red sun. I really like the second verse too.