SENTINEL
This moon has erased a night
Serving the master as a source of light.
This moon has pasted a smile
Deep in the pain and with no dime.
This moon carassed our feelings
As we bath under her own healing.
This moon swept the notion of feet
To the very guilt, the same intense heat
And as the whispers of the darken hearts
Silences the victory of waving byes
Peharps shadows shall fall on the ground
And hang our necks in shock.
Even when mortals judge our door knobs
We saith to heart the portion love occupied
Shall I gather memories to use as wood
So tomorrow will be a destination dreaded to reach.
Look me in the eye, I have you under watch my dear.
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