With one bright blue star,
the dusk painted sunset on the mountains.
The night was about to come,
the shadows parted in the Eclipse.
With the holdings of colors which was never decided,
the white cloud encircled in the poetic rings.
The quiet turned noisy,
The nithjars flew with the sharp air.
The King & the Scars on his heart,
always chanted the subtle name.
The whole immortality intrenched,
over the golden streets of Heaven.
Into the depths of the sea,
a wandering soul was lost in the infinity. ~R.S
the dusk painted sunset on the mountains.
The night was about to come,
the shadows parted in the Eclipse.
With the holdings of colors which was never decided,
the white cloud encircled in the poetic rings.
The quiet turned noisy,
The nithjars flew with the sharp air.
The King & the Scars on his heart,
always chanted the subtle name.
The whole immortality intrenched,
over the golden streets of Heaven.
Into the depths of the sea,
a wandering soul was lost in the infinity. ~R.S