The lonely stars feeble as they fall
Forever caressing the emptied walls
Of these ever secluded garden halls,
Laying to drown in longing's call
Gathering below a crimson moon
Beloved sins for petals to bloom
Gentle lies as to not whither soon
And the lonesome whispers of this loon
Setting my sights on an empty future
I leave the one prayer I foolishly sutured
For if the gentle rain, bares mercy upon its song
May there be light for flowers to bloom