Twilight - 2011/12/05

It was on that freezing floor
Of stone not quite yet rubble
That the thoughts I now share
Formed to alert me of trouble
What was once a great paradise
Is now entering the dark night
But prior to be being released
It must endure a long twilight

Even now I recall those roses
Lounging in the luxurious sun
Long after they were trampled
I find their loss still stuns
They cannot grow in the black
Forced to feign their retreat
From which I pray they return
Even if only after our defeat

It was on that freezing floor
I reclaimed my love for flora
Coming to terms with the fact
That I would never see aurora
Yet for a brief time I basked
In the aura of something good
Which I considered while drug
To my death in the black hood

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