Night

The night has fallen,
there is smoke everywhere
The pain has risen,
why did the heart bear,
why did it ignore?
A knife pierces the heart of gossamer.

Some threw, but he
put some rubble on her wings.
He said it was always done
The feathers were clipped,
The lips are reddened,
Light was her friend,
and the night will end,
but the light is stuck.
The princess is put in a bed of rubbles
She will rise in the rain of acid tomorrow
She wakes up neither, is she burning,
nor is she dancing.
Nobody knows the corpse of the dream,
In the night, she cries,
On the road she walks,
Winds roaring just like Medusa's locks engulfs her.

She looks up,
She stares at the skies,
Any ideas, he asks,
She smiles, and dies everyday.