Eyes of the Forlorn
The Sun dawns and the Day is born
Its light shed on the souls forlorn
The clouds part and thunder desists
As they march on, lost in the mists
Step by step to the end of time
In perfect rhythm; perfect line
The sun sets and darkness becomes them –
A dead calm smothers the bedlam
Torments of night encompass all
With burning mem’ries of the Fall
A rain of stars breaks through the skies
Reflected in their frigid eyes –
Trembling fingers, shimmering tears
Quiet whispers and haunting fears
The sun dawns and a day is born
Gazed upon by hollow eyes Forlorn
Copyright © Moose Bak | Year Posted 2008
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