Shadows walk and dance,
Free from their small cages.
They take every single chance
To set up the stages.
Sin is not their game,
Not their objective.
They just take the blame,
They are protective.
No one mentioned this,
Too high on their pride,
But deep in the abyss,
That is where I hide.
As the lion stalks the fields
So do humans draw their shields.
For a battle or a hunt.
The time has come to confront
The pray in the fields
Until the weak yields.
No different from a beast
We prepare for a feast.
As though it brings us power
We start to devour
All that’s in our path
So fear the human wrath.
Knowledge equals power
In a world of lies.
Those who have it tower
Over those who are wise.
Secrets of the people,
Aren’t kept in stories,
Watching from the steeple
Searching for their quarries.
The gears started turning
When choosing was allowed.
Then we began learning
What it means to be proud.
It was meant to be sin,
Not a new beginning,
But with a cheeky grin
We managed winning.
Two figures dance
In moonlit night.
Here’s my chance
To stand and fight,
For what is just
And what is right.
With tainted lust,
Time to ignite.
I play no hero,
No white knight,
All comes to zero
In my sight.
For love and honor
I give my plight.
You are a goner
If you choose flight.
A peach and a pair
Is without a care,
But put two peaches as one
And it will not be much fun.
When mixing gets boring
You get to exploring,
What comes to fruition
In this new position.
Never to late
To find a mate,
Who’s willing and able
To get a new label.
Blazing like a star
With the moon up high.
With the rode so far,
No wonder you fly.
The spark inside
Burns away in a flash.
No where to hide
Everything turns to ash.
Beauty left fading,
Disappear from this place.
Those who are grading
Will call you a disgrace.
Wings too young to carry
The burdens placed upon you.
Had you been more wary,
There would be none to undo.
The nest torn to shreds
And sent askew,
Followed by rolling heads.
The scent of morning dew,
Thick in the air with panic and pain
Have you come to an end?
Is there nothing else to gain?
But there is still time to amend…
You still have your wings,
Be them young and untrained.
For all those kings
That made you stained.
Winter snow falls from the core,
Leaves the spirit wanting more.
Skies of grey that were sapphire,
Stand alone with no burning fire.
Has the sun set days ago?
Or does nigh refuse to go?
Winter snow remains so pure
It holds a dames white allure.
Desert lands covered in ice,
No longer can they entice
The spirit long forgotten.
Did you know that it was rotten?
Hours pass in moonlit rooms,
A single rose comes and blooms.
Petals fall in the abyss
Turns into such wondrous bliss.
Sounds of promise, dipped in honey.
Was it worth your dirty money?
Cut down the garden of untouched flowers,
Burn down the day that could have been ours.
And if rain ever starts to fall,
Do forget to make the call.
After all, what was said and done,
Will be replaced by a smoking gun.
For thou of blue,
Of silver lining
I ask for who
You keep on shining.
Pleasure and pain,
In valleys of sand.
Are part of the game
In the desert land.
Because love and fire,
Tempted by night,
Are a burning desire,
Given without a fight.
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