An Eid of Solitude
An Eid of Solitude The new moon could not dispel my spell of gloom... This heart's shatter, the echoing silo's of it's boom! Miss that treachery served on a silver platter... Since you left, within my heart a ravenous cleft... Without you lost light it's hue, would love ever matter? And so, my love's dove shall take flight whenst the pillager's plight draws in, destined for sight! Tis not might that makes right, but following Al-Furqan's light! O' dearest firefly.... She now shimmers and flies under the dimmers of war-torn skies, born in the flimmers of far-born lies! Hear ye not these cries? Sights lost longing for your son's eyes... This fever burns hot, a flame over molten iron-scopes.. Dashed ye my hoopoes' hopes, in chains, not even ropes? In those very depths of darkness, the abyss reminiscences an abscess... Could I to the truth but confess, these feelings quantify and fate defy!