Innocence stripped to the bone
Hounds circle smelling blood
Stench of an easy feed to taunting
Keeping their muzzles satiated
From the words that beckon derision
Two moons left to wain
A history of love and pain
Till one can weep no more
Casts it's shadow in the black that bleeds
No starlight to glimmer in a last refrain
Flames that cast no light
Never feeding the shadows that dance in the silence
Forever feeding the hounds that bay
And the others shallow lives living their own merger existence
Not even the jester laughs but mourns
Healing touch to walk alone in the black
Seeking light emanating from a future yet to be
Hope lives in the air that's breathed
Love lies in a life rejected
A key is held by both who walk together
