Forgetful

Created: April 12th, 2004

For the sons that know their way
That want to
     But can’t come out to play
The discerned path
     Lost troubles gone astray
And under the night’s
     Yellow moon
          They hide
     It pulls the tide
          Towards monsoon

 

 

And red lightning
     On the horizon
The songs cry in fear
     Of lost fathers

Reviews

[Mysty Rayn]

Very well done. Great words and description.