The moon smiles indifferently
Facing the blue sea as its mirror
Crickets fly rounding mars
Decorating with a mesmerizing stars
Sun stealth’s behind the dark clouds
Hiding from the trenches
Waiting till it opens up
Ravens soar high against obscurity
Raging with the blow of hanging spears.

Swinging along the orange leaves
Listening to the sirens solemn voices
Prism reflects the images
While enlightens the portal beyond
The murmur of the goddess
Awakens the resting ghouls
While the tormented angry prince
Berserk’s with the wrathful scorpions
Making every thrust balance and sharp.