Up, The toss and the turn.
Yearning the shadow, the light to burn.
Lost in a riddle, madness aright.
Blindness, err the sight.
Forever the moonlight silhouette.
Long the rabbit to catch, yet I am by hopelessness beset.
Living depressions revelry.
Full of silent honor and chivalry.
Wrapped in a weak mess.
That I need, a light, afraid to address.
I might miss a small chance.
less the crimson delight, meet me in romance.
Yet the knight is the one who lays the charge.
Wish for me it wasn't so hard.
An eclipse only lasts for a moment in time.
What good is endless rhyme?
©redic
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