Seventh: the Dalliance Is Ephemeral

The dust stand in devoted pair with stare towards the brush and it's fare devotion despairs the dust sighs the brush forfeits they surrender Alas all but in an instant so is no victory reaped so is earning molted from the tears and given to dust But they neglect despair for there is hope in humour and the comatose lie a restless slumber for their anew that bravely implore the void-less dark "Their slumber is beautiful. Voiceless" So it is, dear Moon "Why?" Because their slumber has a twilight "For it is not eternal" For beauty is but a dalliance. "Ephemeral"