Looking out now upon this cold aquiline moon,
My time
of departure is arriving too soon.
Rememb'ring the only eyes ever to see me,
Their light igniting this darkness which
surrounds me.
Where there was blood on the hands of once vengeful fate
And
the hunger of torment could I never sate,
A yellow flame dances, reflecting a renewal -
Temptation no longer claims
endeavour its tool.
Believing myself bankrupt, having spent all resource,
Those
melancholy leanings, my only recourse.
Your love and compassion, through their combination,
This endless night forced
into elimination.
Through what lies beneath and all we face in between
-
Situations and circumstances unforeseen -
This offer of indiscriminate devotion
Reigns supreme in the pantheon
of emotion.
