the guilt

And afterwards, by the star dogged Moon, and by the rays of lurid sky, each turned to my,
A ghastly face with daunting grin, and cursed me with their eye.

Daring silence of long dead faces that haunts me, through my halls, seem as forever
just as a dead guilt measures what's lost.

The river's flow shifts and molds the sands of my heart, and when finally to think that the deed is done, water draws back leaving marks of sins forgone.

And then the sky shapes in strangefull lines, as the sun sets down, a horrid show starts.
All that I knew now turns around, once soft now cracked and dried ground rejects seed of love,
we fed with tears for months.

And as I've lain my head, it seems now, with much too sharp words, I threw casually;
The parched ground, I've never meant to hit, colapsed beneath my feet, as my poison spread through it.

Bal of lasd forlorn, how I cry for you to be gone... Thou art of me, yet none of whom now I know; But still the bitter green spread helter-skelter down to pond, and there hap what never was meant to hap - a swan is lost.

But the swan still lives, betrayed, it's heart grows weak, white feathers now are greenish,
And the pain strikes in madness now, deep. Sharpened teeth where kisses were gathered,
With fangs long, a swan doused towards me.

I am the guilt. I do bare the cross of things I did.
So strike me down now, oh beautiful beast,
For a part of me that's gone, away with me!
Strike me down now, oh beautiful beast!

So afterwards, by the star dogged Moon, and the rays of forgotten sun,
I will turn to my, a ghastly face with cherished smile, and there give you all, and cure you of my lie.