Staring at the Moon
As I look up to the sky
my Dark Queen dances.
Are her stars under my command
or are they my lashes?
Is your face carved on the moon
or I'm hallucinating?
Did you ever speak the truth
or was it all just faking?
Colors have never meant to be
only black and white.
Angels no longer sing
in my cruel fairytale.
I was dreaming of my past
but now, I'm dead awake.
Lost in thoughts and insecure
with no light to cling on
my vision changed with a blink
and so did my desires.
I will, now, bow before you
my majesty
as your loyal, dark, knight.
As I look up to the sky
my Dark Queen dances.
Are her stars under my command
or are they my lashes?
Is your face carved on the moon
or I'm hallucinating?
Did you ever speak the truth
or was it all just faking?
Colors have never meant to be
only black and white.
Angels no longer sing
in my cruel fairytale.
I was dreaming of my past
but now, I'm dead awake.
Lost in thoughts and insecure
with no light to cling on
my vision changed with a blink
and so did my desires.
I will, now, bow before you
my majesty
as your loyal, dark, knight.
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