Lies the pages of a blood oath
That stained the floor in a crimson ink
And from that ink
Destiny spun into the unfortunate fate
That transgressed underneath the satin sun
Though of the sun we bared not it’s light
Shamefully we walked
As misfit to the catastrophic entities of time
Yet with our hollow smiles we ran with pride
Unweaving fools in tuned to the stars
Therefore we cared not of the morn
Nor of the sweet dawn that awaited in the twilight
For to faded was our forte
And the true beauty of our lives only lied within its end
But a flower bloom in the night
Causing me to lose all focus, So I became lost
Lost to the enchanting mysteries of what could be
As well as to the ideals of what the night was meant to be
To what purpose was there to reach for life in that moment I wondered…
Perhaps to show some means of hope
To instill in some that life is much more than shadows… Maybe
Funny,
How some things become more relevant when the sun is not shining
Like those stars or that silver sighted moon
Call it the will of a god to have such a simple thing change a misguided fool.
~ Paradise’s Poet ~
So long as, and as long as life is riding and traversing on the pedestal of sunshine and laughter, misguided and blinded by spectacles of false hope we march on away from the destined destination – for as your last lines say dear Tony Yang Sir, that it is the night when …. “How some things become more relevant when the sun is not shining, Like those stars or that silver sighted moon” the purpose and mystery of life!