1Starlit evening skies
Stained red with a bleeding horizon
Purple clouds drift wearily by,
Shadowy in the golden infinity
Delicate as spring's fresh lilies
Powerful as a December's night
Ironic twists of fate and tradition,
Where dark and light and
All that is different
Collide
Nightingales sing their peace
With the world
The great stars drip with the sky's blood
Death shall be ever hesitant in pity
Yet awoken again shall be the wounds in
A rising and setting of the greatest of stars