Midnight Plight

 

Reflections in the hour of midnight

Where demons dance and fairies alight

Where questions persist about my plight

Echoes of choices wrong or right,

 

Upon the waters of darkness so silently

Floating not knowing where I’ll be

Tears that are shed so endlessly

Make up this ocean that’s drowning me,

 

Raging stars flashing from up in the sky

There’s nothing left of you and I

Memories like clouds make up the lies

As I utter an exhausted sigh,

 

Goddess of love you betrayed this man

Casting your spell you scorched the sand

Of my dream in never ever land

So goes the fate of abandoned plans,

 

The best laid schemes of mice and men

Coming back to impale me again

How low can one possibly descend?

The fool I am the fool I am.

 

 

 

 

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