Crescent Moon King

A lifeless man dreamed another's dream

His view tainted with tomorrows gleams

Calling the moon's name in crimson bonds

Blooming away in the scarred field's song

Prayers flutter over his rusted corpse

Breeze caressing his battered memory

Standing amidst the fallen garden

Clad in dance with withered ideals

Frightened whispers tread his name

Hushing the future he wished to claim

Besides orphaned cubs that pain the death

Of the selfless king dreaming for them