My nerves are presently invisible or are just disloyal, I though do not even want to discern. But yes my tiny essence from that alluring presence desires defense which certainly I am lacking. Oh, beloved moon your moonlight is arousing my vulnerability besides leaving a want for divine glimmer. Oh, dearest moon I unquestionably have fallen for you, I felt the warmth of his words just by looking at you.
The presence of his smiling edge over mine, inhaling all the misery of eternity is parallel to you imprinting your empire in the grey.
Are you treasure of the dark or just a drop of the ocean of belief I have for him?