He Mourns A Gloomy Shadow


Walking down a path, Moonlight playing in my hair
White fangs glisten in the dark, a soft wind blows
my dress around.

Below the moonless sky. With the bewitching stars,
Struggling to pierce the ghostly clouds, with its
shimmering light.

Alone and cold, a sigh of despair, wanting, hoping,
wishing to be dead. Hear me wail my song of sorrow,
an orchestra of pain by night.

Resting on my shattered dreams. Tears on my face,
I look for peace, But death is gone. And I am alone.
I am dying, But never dead...