Dawn
I dream and see tawny eyes,
They call, beckon to me
Like the ruddy light of dawn,
Teetering on the edge of a golden blade,
Life, Death why does it matter anyway?
Light, Darkness, Twilight and Dawn
Love and Hate?
What happens when it's all gone?
A golden knife,
Thin as a thread,
When Light turns to dark,
When Love becomes Hate,
Twilight to Dawn,
Death to Eternal life.
A way to straighten,
Straighten the path fate has taken.
A gift from God or a kiss from Satan?