Same scenes same sounds
And I am hoping for
One more day
One last sortie
To end the story
Lost memories
A constant threat to surface the soil
Skeletal and decayed
I am better off when they remain in their graves
Father Time hemorrhages days,
And I am drowning in the empty promises
My futures continue to deliver
What must I give to hear one last wail
From the golden ghost?
One more lycanthropic dance
with a throat full of blood and rage
When the full moon peaks will they heed the call,
or will white hot silver ring true?
(Silencing the beast In spirit sacrifice to the looming menace of imminent aurora)