...

7 views

My final form
The dark rises from it's ground
As light get vanished

The moon shines bright as a sun
When I rise above the dream

The happiness declines
As the sorrow spreads

The Shadow posses the living
When it craves from it's spot

The wise will grow as the lazy get short

I will be great when I lose
My self and my mind

You will be great when you lose
Your friend and your happiness

I will gain my strength
As I lose my friends
As I crawl towards the enter of the dome
I will attain my final form


© Chow Chow