Come Mourning Night

"Come Mourning Night"

Come mourning night, no star will grace the sky,

and moon will drape himself in cloak of black.

Devoid of light, my dreams are bound to die.
 

The requiem of darkness makes me sigh –

my life’s like smoke, where hopes begin to slack.

Come mourning night...no star will grace the sky.

 

In sorrow, thoughts turn vague, and tend to fly

away with shadows sly...thus fall on track

devoid of light – my dreams are bound to die.

 

The time is still, its sound appears to lie

in wait – this sudden silence hard to hack.

Come mourning night, no star will grace the sky.

 

My soul is lost somewhere, I can't deny –

the will to search its spark is what I lack.

Devoid of light...my dreams are bound to die.

 

With nothing left, I cease – the end draws nigh;

null eyes now sleep, too scared of looking back.

Come mourning night, no star will grace the sky.

Devoid of light, my dreams are bound to die.