another poem.

the moon swells red. a wound unhealed.
a burning omen, brutally sealed.
it's light drips down like war torn silk.
a kingdom that is drowned in blood and milk.

i reach, though fate has carved its mark.
my hands are ghosts, my past is dark.
love and death, they taste the same.
a blades cold kiss, a whispered flame.

let time collapse, let empires fall.
let night consume the heavens all.
yet in this blaze, in fates embrace.
i vanish like gold in a funeral pyre.