~ A Beautiful Mistake ~

Drenched in midnight dew

There you lie with druids
Dreaming of a thousand lives
Here i stand alone
Watching it unfold
For a never ending hope.

I hear the voice
I turn around and face
The Face in the mist,
Calling my name.

You fly again with fallen wings
I send an orchid old
Wronged
Withered, sunburnt.

I feel the thorns
Of the branch
You broke
And long the fallen flower
To bloom again.

A lost masquerade
In a story,
You live it,
Chiselled as you can be.

I killed the Face in the mist
Cant wait the birth
Once again,
To kill again.

I guess we wont change
I guess we both wronged
Lets forgive ourselves
And move on till the end.