Games of the Stars

You thought it was over
It's just begun
Just as the moon
And rising sun
Are in a constant
Game of tag
A war of sorts
That's quite gone bad
For when the sun
Does greet the the day
The moon has scowled
And gone away
And when the moon
Does chase the sun
The sun with day
Is gone and done
And so this game
Has gone to waste
As has my love
For you in haste
From Toxic Faith
Comes Toxic Fate
Thus is my Love
Against your Hate
© 2004