Paused.
Moments, Dragged on till eternity, My heart stayed still Constant as the northern star And Yet it was lost, It was delirious... It had slept through time Unbound And yet calm- Lashed on to the opium's hound Unconscious was the muddy walls And yet the soul thrived Intoxicated on the spirit of love. The moon turned bloody, Then slowly it eclipsed, Bright was the darkness And yet it hid itself, In the dark oblivion. The fog slowly encompassed; Shackled the raw sanguine hands The clouds steered apary The glistening tears lashed the depths. Only the heads seemed to float Buried forever were the treasures Do not gloat For the crown rests upon what is beyond measure.