Monster Parade

I envy the beasts who eagerly play

Ignorant to the howling rain and dismay

Of days flowing through the ash gray veil,

Fate had planted on sinners today

Nonetheless, I stare through dim window pane

At their figures entwined with free and insane

So as I refrain from following their ways,

I longingly hope to embrace such days

Graying away along the raven's say,

Regretting the times I'll never partake

I scrape away at my chest as it aches

For the parades and dances I'll forever crave