Cry For The Moon

Part 1: Shoot The Moon



Hide forever it cannot,
What lies beneath will always stay there,
By fate it reveals, exposes and bare;

As it lay,
To touch and embrace it no one dares,
Why is it the truth you cannot bear?

*

Temples of gold,
Streaks of glory,
Aces on a high,
She knew both faces of the coin.

Temples of gold,
Streaks of glory,
As she began her descent,
The world she knew she must change.

*

Providence to Enlightenment,
Enlightenment to Epiphanies,
Epiphanies to Hope,
Hope to Reach,
Reach to Grasp,
Grasp to Action,
Action to Ultimatum,
Ultimatum to Despair,
Despair finally falls to Silence.




Part 2: Slicing the Moon



The nail that sticks out gets nailed in,
The hedge that grows more gets trimmed thin,
The will of one gets oppressed until it crumbles within.

Here humanity rears its ugly head,
Follow the norms, live like how they said,
From radiance to revolutions,
All progress is dead.

Walking down the corridor,
It never mattered to her anymore,
For every passed chained cell door,
No one listens or stops for,
Dead men talking,
Dead Man Walking.

*

With the novelty of rope-leash to place one's head in,
Positioned on a wooden podium,
She saw the savagery of human and kin,
How pathetic we were and will become,
And instinctively knew how it will all shut in.

For there will always be
Revolutionaries killed,
Inquiry poisoned,
Radicalism burned,
Freedom plagued,
Questions purged,
Marvels vanquished,
Messengers crucified;



All because they had something different to prove.

-EvaLuna

Friday, June 4, 2010