Lost Faith

Torn away by the autumn wind,
dragged down into the sparkling green meadows,
as the moon and the beasts devour
the bread of dark auras,
tinged with the pain,
of the departed ones

With claws and fangs at the ready, the harlots
scan the empty horizon for new meat
all the talent in the orbit of the sun
fear and lust abound,
like red roses in the springtime
fermented love, tangled in shining hair

Now locked away in the silver season,
a thousand eyes burn a hole into a single point,
lost in the tide of the dark water,
like some ancient demon,
dribbling sacred oaths,
and terrible retribution

Etched upon the eyelids of the old soldier
the bloodbath of humanity,
like a summer romance, swiftly dying
as the evening sun sets into the foothills,
the stars smile down upon us,
a mother to our child