Nocturnal

When shadows run long...

the darkness runs deep...

Wait until nightfall to reveal the secret suspicions no one can keep

Relish and savor a mystical spell

Entice a one-of-a-kind rosebush to capture its prey after midnight

So no one can tell

Puncture rituals of sorrow to be held captive... not in vain

When scrapes have bled into scars

Their power relinquishes anguish from thresholds of pain

Surrender completely to dishonor the weak

Divulge silent deceptions to unshackle the sting of terror and defeat

The wallow of self-pity scorches darkness into corruption personified

Refining ashes that remain to scatter aimlessly until pale moonlight has

rightfully chosen to designate them sacred and purified