Nocturnal Wisp

Fear is just the, oh, only room of mistakes,
And on your own soul lies a seal of doom.
Interstellar evil claw holds the lunar dome
And staring at the sky, you kill the silence
The one and only listener in your life.

Now I will see the light,
Nocturnal wisp in flight,
On evening wings it brings
Your tears, queens and kings.

Now I will hear your mourn,
The sounds I only adore.
My ashen butterfly,
Go under my heart tonight.

Stand still at wind, oh, on bird flight's height,
So far and so long, and so deep and so right.
Shivering embrace of fears can't catch you here,
And staring below, you kill the cruelty,
The one and only enemy in your life.
Clearing the pattern of your mind.

Rain makes you dependent on underrun,
Mocking on vagueness till it's done.
If someone who cares will come for you
Will fall into the shadows, in which you lived as in home,
Drawing with a ripples the poem on it's floor.

Now I will see the light,
Nocturnal wisp in flight,
On evening wings it brings
Your tears, queens and kings.

Now I will hear your mourn,
The sounds I only adore.
My ashen butterfly,
Go under my heart tonight.

Now I will burn the pyres,
On eve of morning rise,
My turning butterfly,
My tender wisp in flight.

by Ник Свиридов и "Lunar Moth".