With daggers drawn over the night
The covers betray the light
Sands enmeshed in crazy delight
The moonlight dances mildly in its might
Life will always be nothing without you
The splinters jingles the cover of
memories
Jungles grew on the peace of vengeful
sobriety
The cages of freedom is treated with
disdainful levity
Soon the intrigues of betrayal pulled
the covers
The tears and smile of the jilted lover
Fades the night and mocks the distance
in faded stanzas
May we be the children of our fathers
The silence is scarier than the distance
When help looks the other way n a stance
The treachery of the languid night
Fools them all on the quilt they
prepared in an instance
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