Drops of Golden Dew

Drops of golden dew fall upon thy face
Cascade of colors enveloping a precious soul
Shrouds mysteriously appear
Too soon forgotten
In an eclipse of a depthless mind
Mask of deceit covers thee,
Yet
Shut thy eyes
Shut thy mind
I beg of thee
Shut thy spirit
For thall shan't have to see

Tints of acid blowing through thy self
Dissolving all faith has set forth
Looking through a mirror
Guess what I see?
Skeletons of what is to be
Foolishly thou looks ahead
Rain falls to a shallow beat
The beat of a stilled heart
Treading on with thy head held high
Shreds of grief torn from thy sweet face
Clawing at humanity,
Affliction within
Embracing forbidden passion
Morthos calls

Through the gates of heaven thou walks
Tempted by demons of hell
Delicate white soothing thee
Conjured visions of yearning
Beckon thee
Inflamed though teeters on the edge of broken essence
Step away from submitting to thy twilight of dawn
Thunder of echoes retains thy heart, stealing breath away

Clasp of a hand
Tenderness of a word
Enfolds around thee
Sheltering thee
Promising thee
Defying thy heart to overcome an understanding
Swirls of dew fall upon a golden face