A Flare Star for the Dramatic

Peace is but a shadow of death,
Desperate to forget its painful past.
Though we hope for promising years,
After shedding a thousand tears,
Yesterday's sorrow constantly nears.
And while the moon still shines blue,
By dawn, it will turn to scarlet hue.


As ever
I am but a vessel adrift on a sea.
At all times, I can hear them:
The threatening peals of thunder
The creaking of the hull, and
The splash of water, a gradual drown.

All seek to claim and in time shall
But for one day more comes
Red dawn, tearing cloud asunder
To watch me with a cruel and baleful eye
Dry out, weary, and less again, than each
Before.