Orphan of the sun, forsake his light-
Embrace the Moon as your mother,
Night wolves howling - Owls subtle sight
Moonlit dreary fields - now your brother.
You shall never need another,
Solo, chase the longing night.
Draw your strength from finished lovers,
Fight for your mist-torn might.
Watch as the stars melt and and fall
upon the midnights dying scene,
Then keep to yourself, need no one else -
Bid Life good night-
To sleep - Perchance to dream.
1 comment:
This may be one of my favorite poems of urs. A lot of thought put into it man.
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