Pondering So..

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Ashes flittering in the breeze return to ashes.

The smog begins blurring your sight.

Crimson moon bleeds tears of lead.

The wolves call for you in the night.

Life’s too short to be taken seriously you say,

You skip over the hurdles of hurt.

It’s too late for the epiphany,

She’s long gone, never your loss though.

Hallowed waters, sacred trees,

Breeding grounds for secret deals.

Subconscious lovers of onyx bright,

Guide the lost one to sleep.