Ritual of the forsaken star

Ritual of the forsaken star

A thirst for joy long forgotten among the forsaken stars

Blinked once, but soon put to rest

This was when forgotten, something tainted their eyes

From afar, a purging ritual initiates for the rest

I was because of the rule of providence, they knew it ahead

They knew they were tainted, their dreams forgotten

A painful reminder, a philosophy not of this world:

“The golden rose is not for the forsaken”

“Shimmers of the fountain is reserved only for lovers

When a gift is received, an offer has to be made

Together, they must look down on the sounds of shadowy buzzes

When a tainted star blinks, a sacrifice has to be performed ahead”

While the trumpet played, the forsaken star is brought to the light

Blinded by beauty, blinks once again in the light unaware of the price

The long forgotten abyss is opened, wide in-between the light

A mouth as big as the world, a depth as long as time providence

A remembrance occurs:

“I was once among the crowd; once alive, dancing in-between the sounds

Once, into the thin veil of the forbidden doors I went through; I was damned

I had the right key, but opened the wrong door; a place full of sweat shy forbidden sounds

Shadowy shapes with buzzing sounds, heavy burdens of the nightmares of the world appeared”

No sound is heard no more………

Silence of a soul broken; the clapping crowd go away

Away they hit on the trumpet, silence those forbidden sounds

The crowd must never be awaken; this dance takes this burden away

Angels shall not watch, Tis dance is nothing but disguised lashes

A ritual ended, the abyss closed…

A sweet sound of claps, a delicious taste of victory

No burden no more, only the joy of the trumpet not accepted

No story to tell no more, all is forgotten and done away