In a game of words
Where resolutions
Sound like a game of cards
We met at crossroads
Eyeing the past with envy.
Trumped upon
We watched what we thought was the sunset
Dancing at the hyper of moon edge
Urged just to step at the brink of time
Yet unhinged to the reality of seconds.
Called upon
We feared morrow as sipped our morales
Pretence in embazzled to what was love
While crowning the moon to be the day
Yet drown to candle under the bed.
