Evanescence

Lighting up the wood,
The moon rose to merry.
Hooting across the mountains,
Shrill-shining penny.

Rocking in my cradle,
I glance up the tree tops.
Winds’ treacherous rhyme,
Haunting me a song.
Me...
Wishing with my little heart…
The wind to cease and the light to last.

Across the curtain plays,
The werewolves’ war.
Bouncing silhouettes decorate,
A little girl’s dorm.

The moon beautifully cast.
The stars in their best charm,
Here sleeps a bud.
There a brave girl is born.

That night in the city,
The moon shies,
Smoke rises from the earth.
The stars feel lost.

Garish raucous begins,
Bursting the sky, scaring the stealthy fog.
City celebrates.
One world dies.
Another is born.

Ephemeral light disappears.
Poisoned the air,
Rips leaves, hearts and ears apart.
Here sleeps a bud.
There a brave girl is born.

The woman I met.

Shards of a mirror lay,
Cast.
Under the cat's paw in her play.
And how she freed herself...
Clasped in the shades of the curtains Grey.

He chases many women in one,
One in many.
Man he lived like a liar.
Faked his charms and laid his own pyre.

There it broke into fragments,
His made-up fantasy.
Now she isn't any.

What Princess.
What Castle.
He called that to too many.
Many in one?
Or one woman in many?

From her Dream she awoke.
Long-lost in the moon's abode.
Old the bronze clock struck four.
The kiss was over and a hiccup rose.

Every shard is broken glory.
Reflecting her, as many.

One the little nursery rhyme,
Two the ripening fruit divine,
Three the dame of sinful crime,
Four he chased and stole her time.

What Princess.
What Castle.
He called that to too many.
Many in one?
Or one woman in many?

He chases many women in one,
One in many.
Man he lived like a liar.
Faked his charms and laid his own pyre.

The mirror sees,
Beauty's demise.

In fury's wicked grasp,
He destroys every piece of beautiful glass.
But she shines.
The woman who loved a wicked heart.
The woman I met last night.