The moon pervades the night, Teasing the gentle wanderings of thought, Refliecting images lost to memory, Scoffing tranquility. I have stood before the gates Calling your name, Cries consumed in madness, Taunt, hollow halls, With the tumult of a thousand torturous memories; And frightened angels flee their crumbling temples. I have stood on the rubble, Your name only a haunting chill In the reality of the lost. Spinning violently in perpetuity, I have called your name. I have come to kneel before ocean tides, Your name now faded to the mockery of echoes, Lost in the calm of dark and silence, Forsaken by empty ocean breezes, Whispering in the distant cold. My want of tears stain the earth, I long for sleep in the caresses of some heaven; I long to catch the lost tears of a weeping angel In the falling star that paints the landscape of tender night.Birth sign: Not entered
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