RMC

Fear is feeling fooled
the dawn sides with the moon,
as the morning says to
the night I will see you soon.

Long night I see a black
forest breeze ignite a light
a fire to perspire in attire
suited for the night to fight.

Most faithful sunrise in
summer terms it tries burn
the yield of the field sin
will make us feel to yearn.

Justify the feeling in night
of the solar sphere appears
all our tears we feel so light
in our beds we hold tight.

That the wounds so soon
from the past are like acid.
They devour a rose cold so
with love we will bask it.