Tale

[O.P.A.L]

Days cold
Nights bold
For the moon no longer shows
Lanterns burn, old
Songs are sung to gods unknown
A fever breaks through the rose
Flowers rot
Trees are not
All the gates broken if taut
A tale is told across a fire as old
As life lingers from one to another
A stream flows, cries are all thats known
For when the tale ends
Another must truly begin
And only when the clouds crack
Can the sun be seen dancing with the moon
Again
And
Again
-opal

[Smartguy]

You preach wisdom for a world that doesn't listen