On one eventful and dreaded night,
The moon glistened in blood upon the shore,
The streams swelled in blood under the light,
To mourn the albatross that was no more.
Down the memory lane when happiness fled
\'Twas sorrow that walked among the dead.
In the gloom that no joy could intrude
Stood a silent stream with a stained glass
Reflecting only the harrowing solitude
And spaces where all the hope would pass.
With as cold a surface as a frozen sea,
designed to capture one in misery.
Where faces were not ours alone,
But of us who dwelled there before,
With the eyes of a hollow stone,
They hover over the banks\' floor.
With their forms swirling around my mind,
around my aspects, around my kind.
Beneath the moon glistened in blood
the earth trembled barren and bare
as streams began to violently flood
the scattered joys in its devious snare.
The night seemed like an eternal breath
that wrapped the world in absolute death.
Everything faded in the flood of gloom
with her face blurred by eternal tears
and me being, a prisoner in my room
where time dwelt and bred new fears.
as the clocks strolled their spectral hands
through the gloom where no soul commands.
Still, I gazed and gasped at my turn
as though the blood was from my heart
That glistened on the moon,churning the urn
of the witches\' oil to tear me apart.
As the moon laughed in its crimson robe
It left behind my life\'s kaleidoscope.