On the darkest of darkest night
Scared moon refuses to shine
Every animal every bird bide their time
Waiting.. waiting for light
And I walk alone...
On the treacherous bends
Amidst the crowd, Beneath the shroud
Places where angels or demons
tremble to descend,
Till the world's end
I search for you...
Are you as frantic as me or as alone?
Cold, cold i am; cold as stone
Wandering through timelessness
Seeking you
Can you hear my clarion call?
My wounded heart's squall!
I beseech you...
On this lonely wintery nox
Lost in inviting nebulous fog
Howling in pain
Going insane..
My red glittering eyes delirious
Crazed and enraged..
I walk alone...
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