Age of Malice

Masquerades have all but won,

Since sunlight ran so tragically dry.

Day seems but a dream away,

These nights, I find, we only cry.

Whatever happened to the light?

For I recall its hazy glow,

Drenching us in all its splendor,

Reprimanding, lest we sow.

Evil slips by, quite unnoticed,

Without the burden of disguise.

Void enough, there’s nothing left

To catch our dark and twisted eyes.

Who's behind it, hard to say,

No reason left to dwell these days.

What’s done is done, what’s gone is gone,

There’s no reversing what we praise.

Stuck in darkness, never ceasing,

Shelter for the sorest crimes.

What’s to be done, except remember

Incandescence in our minds.

Masquerades have all but won,

All that’s left, to reminisce.

Dry and dreary things might be,

I still feel sweet nostalgia’s kiss.