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.
DAY 3