Adam Shirley

N E P E N T H E

Scintillating stars.

Falling like that of the first snow on a winters\' day.

Moon as bright as midnights gold.

Shadowing light of midnights day. 

Wind flees from heavens sight.

Crimson sea from crimson night.

Dungeon dark as dungeon cold.

Perish my sins from blessings told.