by Anzar

Created on: November 05, 2011

Darkness hath descended

Shadows are no more warm!

Passion’s virtue abandoned

Fancy lost its charm!

Words are like birds

Deceitful free will’s charm!

Am a darkness among clouds

Thunderous lightning’s harm!

A miserable thought’s color

And horrifying dream’s dark

Like a rose’s sweet odor

In my lonely street harp!

Yet, however, the show must go on

And stare defiantly into the eyes of end!

Like death we live and life goes on

If compassionately twisted the fate does bend!

All challenge is a temptation

Or a divine order’s call

An idler’s dark contemplation

Or a mortal’s heroic fall

A hope still lingers!

Like a moonlight’s silver calm

An ill still plunders!

Like a winter night’s calm

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