In the deeper shadow, of September’s waning moon.
Denied of hope, I surrender, too soon.
My hope, forever lost to fate,
My dreams stolen, is it already too late?
I called for love, I beseech she let me know.
Forever cast in deepest night,
I shall stand and remember, my dreams of lost daylight.
A bitter legacy of darker deeds,
Shall be left behind, shall be my only seeds.
I called for love, I Implore she let me know.
My mind may stall,
My soul may fall.
My body might die,
And my heart may cry.
I called for love, I beseech she let me know.
What is it that pounds my head?
When the sun has gone down and the moon is dead.
It burns, slits and scars my skin,
On, beneath, above and within.
I called for love, I Implore she let me know.
My final sleep, shall come without rest,
Upon falling, I’ll know, I’ve failed the test.
The quiet whisper’s from open graves,
Already, they call me, “Come join the heathen slaves.”
I called for......