Ashes from Half a Moon

Blind eyes of the night,Half a moon to gaze at,Half a moon to cry for.She steps on broken hearts,Pieces of fierce glassThat used to be mirrors.She walks a little too closeTo the burning walls of hell.The gates will burn too;The fire can no longer containThe wave of iced hearts.She picks the broken piecesTill her fingers bleed,Till those walls turn to ashes.She steps on the ashes,Till they embrace the groundTill one can no longer tellAshes from the soil.A slow death, she says,Is the cure to all pain.And her last world is Now ash, soil and blood.She flies to a new world,Of iced hearts and blind eyes.Half a moon to gaze at,Half a moon gazing back.