A Song of Remorse

The skies paled in the absence of the moon,
The stars were just a mist of golden ray,
The wind shrieked in eerie melancholy,
The air was damp in wretched agony,
Unfathomable of profound darkness suffocated the atmosphere,
As the night remembered the pain of a goodbye,



O, Bird of Light…
In shadows, he called out the name with heartache,
With a voice of remorseful guilt,
Tears of sorrow ruefully cascading down the earth,
Grief-stricken in an abhorred loath,
Of his Achilles' heel to surrender in disgraceful demise,



O, Bird of Light…
He wailed in the dead of sinister night,
To beseech mercy of forgiveness,
In seeking The Light to enter the heart,
To bring an end to his eclipse, banish evil lurking inside,
that once again he would embrace peace