Il microcosmo

Royal sorrow

In the hands of darkness,

reflecting the sad moon's smile,

are sinking hopes

and restless dreams.

Close in a cage of fear

is a grey heart

hurt by several bits of disillusion.

Love cannot save him

from empty feelings

coming out

as rain off the clouds.

Justice cannot wipe

the tears falling down

from his face as 

a sad melody

floats through

his controlless mind.

Only a new beginning,

rising up 

from that blue spirit,

can rehab him from sorrow