Shimmer in the night, Sapphire ray of light from the high,
No hope left for my temple,
Laying our times,
Cursed to stand dry,
Out of the light.
A warning of sorts,
To the purest of heart,
The message is harsh and out of line,
balance is thrown,
No home,
I’m staring empty faces
Darkening
A careless
The of the
the
of sorts,
To the purest of heart,
is harsh line,
The balance
I’m empty now.
Rose gold,
Storm it away,
When will we learn to
The layers of
At shark,
Rose
Storm
gold,
Storm it
closed,
learn to