Crying Dawn, Mourning Dusk

Hands mask tear stained scowl diffusing its sicken glare

The shudder of the hoary clouds are too grim to bear;

Never onceĀ  spared a pitied gaze or kind caress

Disoriented as pain beats within its rotten chest;

The new day brings the ring of old shame

A new face cannot hide an ancient name;

Where has time fled amidst our dreadful morn,

Why has death abandoned us with bitter scorn?

Feel The shiver of the sobbing suns pain

Drink the echo of the widowed moons wane;

Never again to rest in hands of theĀ  keeper

Never to sleep in the embrace of the reaper.