Glistening Silver Specks.
Scattered With Radiant Light.
Stars Caught In Twilight's Grasp.
On A Full Moon's Night.
Tears And Blood Might Spill.
But Sorrow Does Not Speak.
Without A True Celestial Glow.
On Sundown With Voices So Weak.
And Those Who Consume The Night Shade.
Put It Amongst Themselves.
To Be So Easily Caught In A Spider's Web.
And Leave Those Close On A Collector's Shelf.
They Who Speak With Power.
Those Who Seem So Right.
Deepen Our Wounds With Their Lies.
But...Even Stars Glow On A Deep Winter's Night.
*Written On One Of Those Depressed But Hopeful Nights.*
