Yet another bad poem...
Imprison now my soul to keep,
in crystalline spheres of life.
Stab the waining pale faced moon,
rinse the blood drenched knife.
Light the incense, let it burn, scented clouds of mirth.
Catch the newborn starlight now, before it chills the earth.
Free darkwaters, let them flow, until they've reached dark seas.
Search there for the answers then, look there not for me.
in crystalline spheres of life.
Stab the waining pale faced moon,
rinse the blood drenched knife.
Light the incense, let it burn, scented clouds of mirth.
Catch the newborn starlight now, before it chills the earth.
Free darkwaters, let them flow, until they've reached dark seas.
Search there for the answers then, look there not for me.