Nothing comes to mind
When the moonlight shatters
The night come to its end
The time I came to live, the crowd started to cheer
Alas, those cheers were not what I wished for
Sounds filled with hatred and misery
No one knows what I truly wished for
All hope, buried beneath noise
I, once ignorant, could not comprehend its power
Nor the weight of voices thrown like stones
In the moment crimson gaze upon the sky
Carried by a scattered breath
The breeze of light healed wounded thoughts
Still the I cannot see the moon
I walking through mist of misery
Each step followed by light
Yet, the light in the sky is false
And so I continue
Hatred and Grief lingered upon false sky
Clinging to skin, to memory
But I refuse it
Refuses to become of it
Under the false sky I fight
A path to a new beginning
With the blessing of the welkin moon, I rise
But I, still lost in the gaze of an evil
Still, above all, the moon remains
Unbroken by the cries below
Its light spills gently
As if it understands
I once again gaze upon moon
Not in escape, but in such defiance
Even a fractured being
To restore its light
Moon is not loud
It does not demand to be seen
It flickers, faint as silver glow
Yet refuses to die
The moon in a quiet night
Bless me the strength to reach you
One unchanged, One the truth
And the only one remain Though the world may cast you aside
I still gaze upon You, my real moon
Carrying hope
Still fight against all evil