Prayer of the moon
The mist of morning
Deepens the haunting of the pale moon.
Glistening, whispering of decay.
The oceans rise higher as to obey.
A single word almost as in a dream
A single phrase so soft yet feels like a scream.
The gruesome theme.
It lingers in my heart eternally
Tenebrae amica mihi.
Be the darkness my love, for me.