20 October 2012

Cold eyes stare up at the sky above, Flickering sparks fuel a fire of love, A city of people stand, hand in hand, All scattering fire across this dark land.

Injecting their song into every star's heart, They're all throwing space up in a blaze of blood art, Flashing patterns of neon, bright yellow, charged red, Never sleeping, ecstatic, they're all playing dead.

As the old sun goes down, thus a new one is born, Spilling buckets of colour across the new dawn, Every tongue of the crowd is alight with white ink, Dancing every move, blurring, creating a link.

Spinning out of control, giving prayer to the moon, Nova's crack of ignition could not come too soon, Lost within a desire, derived of light lust, Falling faster in thunder and flowing stardust.

MelchiorJ13Stardust • Opuss № I