Chapter 70. Festival of Death in the Middle of the Dead. P5

“Broken Plea”

The sky is sleeping

Asleep as the sound running,

Round and round in cycle

As the wind blows in.

Behind the clouds in the sky,

Moon hides its light,

Tasting the dark

That will never come to spark.

Would you like to see me?

But blind to see the mask on me

I'm hiding, waiting for my plea,

Thou the sky a