And moon arose again.
Lost and abandoned souls,
Wondered where to begin.
Torpor, torment, and fright,
Tore apart those with fear;
To lose the comforting light,
Not near, yet clung too dear.
They lose their sight,
In the embrace of night;
And lose will to fight,
Comforting black blight.
Loving evening, wash over mind,
Improve sight to compose and find;
Some degree of space in time,
Tenebrous musical notes on line.
Composed By: Andrew Drucker
Composed By: Andrew Drucker
