Awake I lay silent and weary
In a kingdom under moonlight
My eyes becoming hard and teary
from the dreams and hopes unsavory
Broken and weary my heart, still I might
stare back at the gaze of darkness
Floating on the shores of night
from my heart through crepuscule and light
Screaming back at my soul so tender
a voice that forever lingers
thou shall not deserve no more
as nature waves the wand of wonder
Sitting beside the burning ember
flapping and flickering of the torches
Winds howling at hearts burnt timber
a silence to hold and yet all crumble
in a kingdom under a moonless night
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