Sleeping sun, hangover moon
in the 6am sky.
Ice-blue sky devours the intoxicated aftermath of grief,
Tears lost in the morning dew.
Walk the empty streets
it's beautiful.
Urban myths silenced
there is no one here.
Someone is missing
Red-blooded realm
The Goddess, in all Her fertility
invites you to the sanctuary of
Her Chalice, where Her
cherish'd poets flourish
“Scattere'd verses from the dark
heavy-hearted cloud in my chest
which drags me down to my knees...
to throw away the Sword of Life
when the banshee screams
at the demons.”
in the 6am sky.
Ice-blue sky devours the intoxicated aftermath of grief,
Tears lost in the morning dew.
Walk the empty streets
it's beautiful.
Urban myths silenced
there is no one here.
Someone is missing
Red-blooded realm
The Goddess, in all Her fertility
invites you to the sanctuary of
Her Chalice, where Her
cherish'd poets flourish
“Scattere'd verses from the dark
heavy-hearted cloud in my chest
which drags me down to my knees...
to throw away the Sword of Life
when the banshee screams
at the demons.”