Dark Moon Rising

Wandering shadows.

Dark Moon Rising

There is a dark moon rising,
igniting the fires burning deep
as I surrender to the desire of
scorching memories
lingering within the twilight.

Trying in vain to recapture
a shattered reflection I held of me,
I fight to edge out the emotions
I once found endearing
but now only call betrayers.

There are haunted whispers
urging an anger running rampant,
embers on the edge of
the ideal of perpetual hope
to find who I once was.

There is no safe harbor here,
only the path of bitter rain,
falling to encompass a soul
trudging through
a life of unending mazes.

Desperate for the release of time
to escape this blasphemous state,
I am bound by eternity
to wander alone,
unresolved,
in the night of a dark moon rising.