Celebration

For your celebration we shall dress,
For you we will bring a crimson rose,
There'll be someone to caress,
There'll be an event that you chose,

You shall lie upon a throne no-one will touch,
You shall have nothing to say but you shall present,
To the borders of existence you forgot to clutch,
You used to stare at the moon's last crescent,

You pulled away from me and let go of my hand,
In result now tears stream down our cheeks,
The scars we salute to and see how you are now band,
We're sorry we didn't mean to call you a freak,

Now we have risen to your defeat,
We stand tall and cry for your end,
He throws your ashes over the sea in the tides we will meet,
We were so pathetic we're sorry we can't mend,

The sun drops in to the consumption of the wave,
The golden bleeds across the sky and falls to the cloud,
We know are left to move on we must be brave,
We just want you to know how we are proud,

The sun murders the day and foretells to the night,
The stars wink with sadness as they sparkle their tears,
Tells him to kiss the stars goodnight,
In the next sunrise the clouds are clear. . .