Fighting the daemons in the days of June
Under beautiful colors of Moon,
The Sun has no voice in the light of night,
It's fate shadowed in its flight.
Senseless, lost in the curves of time,
The Man of Light never seems to come -
I'm waiting in the anteroom,
Tic-tack, tic-tack - the thread of loom.
Engraved in letters, deep in soul,
The laws of natures start to fall,
Fallen the angel, fallen the hour –
From the sweetness through the sour.
Fighting the daemons and trying to win -
An angel dancing in wildly spin,
The moments of life crumbed to be chewed -
I wish I can see... I wish I knew...
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