By Aster Anemone
Looking afar at lonely moon
demise of heart shall follow soon
bonded by a crimson thread
painting all silver in red
shadows spread and goes by noon
playing same agonizing tune
failing to live, not allowed to shed
tears, with sorrow remain un-shed
darkness that breeds in heart's nest
putting humanity to a mindless test
hoping loveless might find rest
shining with love my hearts crest