Modern Romanticism

Here's to beauty
On its road to an unending destiny,
Travelling with the waves
Smothered by crimson,
Torn by the shore.

Here's to a love
That froze on its wings,
Losing its sails,
Tearing its mast,
Breaking its hull.

Here's to your bleeding spirit
That withers
So like the engulfing terrain,
The Hellish pain
That sets a gash upon the flesh.

Here's to your mournful stare
That cannot be aware
To a greater happiness
Awaiting you,
For darkness still lingers.

To the sun,
Where a set of eyes has become a one,
Where waters are motioning towards,
Dropping its shield, dropping its wards.