The moon rises in the velvet sky
And the waves wash up against the shore,
My dreams slowly begin to fly
Whispering their goodbyes from behind the door.
I sit, subdued, near the clay oven
As the dark night fans my flaming heart,
The mud walls stand like a coven
Being witness to my dreams falling apart.
The little mud room with a solitary window
Is suddenly plunged into a consuming darkness,
The flame crackles as the wind starts to blow
Throwing light upon this absolute mess.
The moon emerges from behind the clouds
Lighting up the morbid room,
The voices in my head make angry sounds
And I walk away from my inevitable doom.
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