made for those to discover what yesterday
held close to her bosom beneath a blue cloth
wailing chants flutter on moth wings to the moon
a mystery left unsolved to bygone days
and unpaved shallow roads bearing the raw truth
masked dance on dormant dreams weep a lowly croon
a folktale adorned with obscure reflections
in murky waters at the edge of a creek
wailing chants flutter on moth wings to the moon
blind to the twisting, turning, spiraling storm
ripping through the heartbeats of promise unseen
masked dance on dormant dreams weep a lowly croon
waking and walking in pitch blackness of day
balancing a tightrope wearing lofty hope
wailing chants flutter on moth wings to the moon
a thief out to satisfy his thirsty soul
bearing no mercy for what is destined near
he basks in contentment and reverie while
wailing chants flutter on moth wings to the moon
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