Lunar Grace:
They tell us to go,
"On with the flow!"
With this world that turns,
cooling our spirits that burn
like our mother's core.
The earth trembles with rage
as it gazes at the moon,
just out of range.
Simmering silver moon light
basking us. Ungrateful eyes
ignore its gift.
Lunar crowned night sky.
A perfect jewel
just placed too high.
From the reach of
greedy human hands.
Watching them walk
branded in soul, through body.
With the flow
the human cattle roam.
Following some kind of tome.
A confused soul
feeling out of place
Refusing to take part
in this race
With rustic emerald eyes,
he fallows the swan that flies.
It moves with such grace,
the confusion leaves without a trace.
The target of past sins,
like the dolls filled with pins.
Hoping for redemption
to be granted.
A requiem shall being chanted.
By the ghosts of
his past hymning,
their haunting voices
ring through the
night's foggy air.
The long awaited Lady Justice
is drawn from her lair
by the canticle.
In it's Zenith the moon levitates watching
the swan gliding along the night sky it lit for
those rustic emerald eyes to watch the army.
Lady Justice and the
ghostly chorus
march in harmony.
They tell us to go,
"On with the flow!"
With this world that turns,
cooling our spirits that burn
like our mother's core.
The earth trembles with rage
as it gazes at the moon,
just out of range.
Simmering silver moon light
basking us. Ungrateful eyes
ignore its gift.
Lunar crowned night sky.
A perfect jewel
just placed too high.
From the reach of
greedy human hands.
Watching them walk
branded in soul, through body.
With the flow
the human cattle roam.
Following some kind of tome.
A confused soul
feeling out of place
Refusing to take part
in this race
With rustic emerald eyes,
he fallows the swan that flies.
It moves with such grace,
the confusion leaves without a trace.
The target of past sins,
like the dolls filled with pins.
Hoping for redemption
to be granted.
A requiem shall being chanted.
By the ghosts of
his past hymning,
their haunting voices
ring through the
night's foggy air.
The long awaited Lady Justice
is drawn from her lair
by the canticle.
In it's Zenith the moon levitates watching
the swan gliding along the night sky it lit for
those rustic emerald eyes to watch the army.
Lady Justice and the
ghostly chorus
march in harmony.
