Morning Star
Forgotten beauty of our love
is crumbled, only dust beneath our feet
lost in the frost of death
I'm shivering
while you play the devil and I play the fool
Morning star,
too many times
have thoughts of you
....strayed into the deepest ruins of me
as I endeavour
to pluck the thoughts from the void
like golden notes that resonate, quiver
to mend myself strong
or to die,
and become a song,
curling upwards
cradled in the arms of the night sky
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