Crescent Mourning

At twilight I sang through veils of darkness, as moon turned heads with her crescent mourning, and yesterdays permeate within this etherized rhythm, the metronome swung a lifetime within a crescendo, violet tears seeped octaves and feel distantly, to move in life and shivers took hold in old lanes paved with tears of stone, streets littered with tissues of newspaper, blowing to roll as a string of breath past, dustbins filled with organs necessary removals of survival, now breathe with life again amethyst and gold leaf, press all roads of now to rain, with feathers of faith with the debris of horror gasping at routes end, a mercy, street-sweepers cleared to guard waiting for the call to a final reckoning now as midnight chants, striking every memory of horror!, crushing each torture! till, they are nevermore I sing with amethyst ether tendril-ed from my lips, and I forgive them all in one breath