Stars masked by the clouds,
Yearning for this dark night to unfold,
It’s the multiple doubts
That waver among the words, untold.

Fiery heart, scintillating scars,
In her mind, it is utter chaos,
The fictitious nights filled with mutiny in part,
Oh! The symphony is a senseless retort
To the days in the past,
The lingering dance
Of the demons and doves –
Sail away past this lonesome wolf.

Brewing in the sky
A storm has set its sight;
Bridge the beastly side
And don’t utter a single sigh.