Moira, Mother of Ruin

Ebb and flow
To the rhythm of the unknown
Drift in dark
And become one with its warmth
And it feels just like
A lullaby
It feels just right
These waves crash and wash me away

Tired of waiting for the stars to align
It's my turn to rise to the occasion

Striving to be what I can't quite describe
The ghost in your heart that you're not scared to find
A presence, serene yet firmly resilient
Beginning to see what our eyes cannot
A source that my mind could never hope to exhaust
A state of being left all but forgotten

Waiting for them to catch on
Watching for it to show up
Debating what's true and what's right
Debating what it means to be alive



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Chalos
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