The Morning won't reliquish
All the secrets that She knows,
About Existance and His
Plans today.
You know that you're in trouble
When it's summer and it snows,
But I figure I'm in trouble,
Anyway.

And the moon keeps racing onwards
To a need without a name,
While clouds that don't exist
Enfold the skies.
And if I stood between you,
Would we see you're both the same?
Or would the Dragons still be serving Lies?

The blood in which He's bathing
Turns the world an emerald white.
The purity that brings exceeds the cost-
To all but those who, grieving,
Bow their heads and fade from sight,
Because no Newness comforts what they lost.

While the moon keeps dancing forward
Through the cloudy purple skies,
It longs to find a Time without a name.
And Mortalitly keeps dreaming,
As he lives, and so She dies,
And Eternity keeps smiling for His game.