The soft face of the rising moon
Crests over the forgotten horizon
Shedding new light on the day's twisted tune
Bestowing gifts that aim to enlighten
The murky shadows are gone
Replaced by a thin veil of infinite darkness
Thoughts are shifted in this different dawn
Singing a new song of solace
The scalding light of day may fester hope
In a soul unburdened by life's bitter anguish
But such a substance could never cope
When existence forces it to languish
It is within the calm whispers of dusk
The embittered spirit can be set free
Shedding the worn and crooked husk
Walking through actuality's tormented sea
Upon this cool and broken stage
Freedom is the anthem and the call
Opening the bars of day's dank cage
Fleeing into the wonders of night's fall