The aurora of life climbing up west
basking in the darkness that embraced
shall mishaps of nature be engraved?
Beyond horizons, your old syllables rest
born beautiful, all in ruins yet the thrones
Inevitable was the sway of my swing
the moon’s lustre; into the darkness the stars drown
escape was logic yet broken was my wing
basking in the darkness that embraced
shall mishaps of nature be engraved?
Beyond horizons, your old syllables rest
born beautiful, all in ruins yet the thrones
Inevitable was the sway of my swing
the moon’s lustre; into the darkness the stars drown
escape was logic yet broken was my wing