Scarlett Revival

Hes pure raven dark,

a sparkle in the night,

like an owl awaiting,

always on Eben Ezer time,

a lighthouse unknown,

poetry on the lips,

a mystic silence,

the needle in sight,

Voulture of rapture

succeding in the prayer

sunset and his hair,

reflect the new moon rays,

arose and fell never again,

when truth only remains,

forget all wounds from the past,

surrenders but elevates the scents,

and of your hands ill see the dawn,

ill see the worlds collide,

ill allow all immortality to descend,

to the poisoned heart of mine,

and left to awake,

eternity awaits,

for your lips over mine,

to a scarlett revival end,

for those who will not tell,

and us in the mist of the night,

when you leave me with a doubt,

but inside i know youre mine.

L.Noctividus

Lorien Noctividus