Broken mirrors
Faded memories
Strung together
To reveal what is unseen.
Shaken disaster
Peeling discrepancy
Wishful illusions
Blind by secrecy...
The black bird will wane,
Failing to see the signs
Life will hold no mystery,
No dreams to be divine.
The blood moon will rise,
Failing to compromise.
Hiding all the secrets
We worked so hard to find.
Limbs torn like trees
Wings that promised we were free...
Running in a circle
Desperate to find the key.
The earth held all
But dreams left to be devoured.
Our hearts shall fall
In this final hour.
Ticking of the clock
Losing touch with reality
No dreams to be divine,
No mystery to set us free.
I hope you enjoyed this old piece I dusted off from my files
Amethyst Midnight