Death Likes Pretty Girls

The black night renders the towering church, directly overhead, obsolete.The stars one by one wink at the colorful windows as they bow their heads in a modesty and righteous shame.

Tell me, when were you born?
Was it on a beautiful morn,
When the milky way stood like a giant
And incorporeal voices shouted like a beloved tyrant?

There is sorrow in the unsure air.Strangely it hovers around me like a bee around a red flower bed.Am I the only one who can feel it? I don't want to feel it anymore, it is making me cold and my eyes are too open to keep back frosted tears.This will change, I know.Time allots us all with plots where like conquerors we are awarded with happiness.I accept this is not my time, but I know I will be given mine.

You will be by my side
At the turn of the tide
As you have always been
Like passion in a dream.

From beneath a dangling edge of the bowed church, their flew a bat, briefly illuminated by the north star.He flew right above me with a squeking voice that unnerves the blaring horns.He flew away into the darkness of the horizon.Wherever he settled, there surely must be someone who was suffering like me.Perhaps even more.Perhaps there is a beautiful girl, being driven by a hazy pair of hands, driving her to her end.After all death likes pretty girls.Or maybe he settled where a shy temptress curses the road she's been put on.Turn back, everyone says.But how can she? Or maybe he is bringing a message to a well-known boy that his first happiness is about to end.

There is much to admire
In the joint longing for desire
But how bitterly one cries
When the half-lit bat flies.

The sorrow around them may well be worst then mine, but the black clpuds forming over them do not affect me, I cannot feel the air of sorrow around them, no matter how heavy it gathers.I can only feel mine.As I look up, hopefully, into the majestic night sky, I can only wish for myself-I have no wishes to spare.Perhaps when my wishes are granted, the moon will see to it that I can help fulfill someone's dreams.

Good night, kind star
Dancing somewhere afar
I will see you tomorrow
When your comfort I will borrow.