Prisoners
While the shadow of the sun sets,
Sorrow echoes through my soul,
For I am a prisoner of the night.
My heart is dark and despairing,
Hopeless evermore, crying endless tears,
Staring at the night's battles,
In such awe I stand.
Neon orange and blood red illuminate,
The sky so calm, a fiery blaze a glowing,
The North Star wakes, moon follows,
Star guides and helps the moon rule,
The darkness of the night everlasting,
A struggle between the wise and strong,
Conflicting in itself; stars oh so wise and moon so strong,
Prisoners of their own domain,
But the sky almighty,
Breaks the jail of pathos for all.