The night is cerulean, deep and vast
A dome of sapphire over the earth
The stars are pinpricks of silver light Scattered like dust on the dark canvas

Wings of ebony, like ink
That stains the pages of history
Where once we wrote our destiny
And broke the chains of tyranny

The night is cerulean, like the sea
That laps the shores of Normandy Where once we walked in ecstasy
And plucked the roses of July

A pair of shears slicing through the breeze
The eyes are embers of crimson ardor
Blazing with a ferocious and untamed stare

© Yara.s