It is yours...

It Is Yours..

Take it graciously,
it is yours -
fast-flowing peace,
with pure gold
making the midnight gleam,
chasing sorrow
for a new story...

Friendly game
take my soul,
for did it ever
have a better use?

I will stay here,
mingled with crowds,
feigning stupidity
to those-that-need-it...

what is that,
their god,
good for ...
shining armour,
glory,
and no time to know why ?

every new face before the dawn,
shakes your body,
cold with night...
And an eerie laughter
echoes,
like the moonlight between your mirrors.