Some say it doesn't last only a memory to let lay to rest in the past. Then again it creeps in, the devil wearing a mask. He laughs. I'm not the one on trial. It's all on him trying to suck me in again. I know his secret, kryptonite, the dark shining stone to glare into my eyes, feed my soul. Not letting it in anymore. I know the truth behind his game taking advantage, use and abuse only to get away. Kryptonite is his potion to sway others in. Now is my time to capture before another rapture. Not so pleasant I have to say through the times I lost my way. His lies will eventually come out. It's why I'm speaking out.
I’m up with the Larks and witness the Sun rise The Sun sitting low in the sky Casting a glow of pale yellow Giving you a feeling of warm and mellow The perfect start to the day In the middle of the morning There is a fog or mist still hanging around Cloaking the landscape in mystery from sky to ground With mixtures of grey from dark to light Tinged with a touch of wispy white The mist rolling over fields and hills Clinging to nature where it stands still A cold wind blowing, lowering the temperature, bringing a chill Around midday the Sun gains its strength The fog or mist give up the fight Fading away with the strength of the Sun’s light Blue clear skies appear, the Sun has finally come out to play Giving a warmth to the remainder of the winter day At the end of the day the sun does set Showing colours of burnt orange and red As darkness begins its slow descent The day transitions into night The Sun is replaced by the crescent of a Moon Casting its pale light The end of the day has come so soon