Time shall change thy face Moon
Time shall change thy face
Touched by the soft rose petals
Of a long dead flower
Thy lips open to speak to me
But no words come out
For I have grown bitter and old, and now loath thee
Love and grace shine upon thy self
But thou takes no pride in this heated light of mine
I am the face of the moon
Forever changing, scared deeply by the force of time
But thee art the flower of grace withering in the dawns...
Last light
-Kat
