The black moon wanes as the silence cries.
Blood perched atop a silken barrier, the metallic scent arise.
Dreaded feelings yearn as the screams grow within the mind.
The darkness sneers, a forever condemning sign.
Tears fallen, weariness dwells.
Broken soldiers, Neanderthals wail.
Barely moving, heavy wounds swell.
‘Why am I here? How can I quell?’

A mangled soul within cryptic eyes.
Ready to charge, hath all demise.
Grimness reeks from the ruined heart,
Solid determination from the start.
Observing carefully, sacrificing longing.
Pale as Lilium, nimble footing.
Continuous flowing against nature’s breath.
Desisted hindrance repeatedly faltering.

Eye to eye, tension rousing.
“Why,” one doubts, “Move,” the shadows behests.
Gentle anomaly cowering,
The piercing ambience nests.
 As fickle cries, the feline sings.
Morbid truths forever ring.

Languidly fleeting, the time is near.
Deceitfully trained to the mere.
The moon is waxing, burning resolve.
Within the crevice, ultimately absolved.
Regardless of the weeping blow, there it stands glaring afar.
“Why,” it asks, noticeably scorning.
Strikes the grief, approaching mar.
Fallen being, eternally mourning.