Crying Skies, Rain And Discarded Memories

The Skies Will Cry

And the skies are crying but it is all in vain,

Because these flowers will never bloom again,

And their petals will wilt or they will be as pale as snow,

Until they are washed by the dark blood of the one they know,

As the shadow of the moon and the whisper of the night,

And the skies will cry as knights hold their damsels tight,

And the castles will fall and the ground will shake,

And the fallen will be avenged as those left standing fall again in its wake,

And the skies will cry,

And the skies will cry.