d4

Clouds form o'er me
The sky to grey turns
My wakeful slumber ceases
I look to the stars

They give me naught but lies
O' Orion O' Orion!
How doe you treat me thusly
Your belt suffocates my life
Polaris is forever.

But that lies to me
The only truth I know
stems from myself
The lies
They haunt me

The stars lie so, not themselves
They lie in their abscence
O wicked clouds!
How can you do such evil!

I am angered not at the stars
They do naught to I
It is you
Spurious wretch

How formed thou art
sitting under the sky
torment me!
Your screen fills me with dread

The stark reliability
The stars
they offer it
But the clouds!
HEATHENS!

How can something lie so consistently?
They thrive
Thrive on death

My misery
personified
Clouds o'er the moon
the sun
and the stars even

Darkened
I am darkened
to my very core
the passion taken

Let me slumber
O foul master
Have I not served well?

Why is my loyalty
Questioned so?
Am I not pure?
Then strike me down
For who is in this land?

None say I
and so I turn
turn my back to you
Haunt me no more
Let me grieve alone
The passing of my friend so dear

Fianlly alone
I weep
Into my fear
What is returned?
Naught I can use

So what is learned?
What is it?
Why is there no tangible quality to my existance?

Fine
Then so be it
you leave too
so I can wallow in my pit
of uselessness.
Go.