The last war of the Moon.

*Forgive Me.*

*which path i have to follow? your voice is so beautiful ... words slow and frozen, stiff and dark. Dancing with my moon at night, is a feeling of tenderness ... is that right? oh tell me is it right?*

The last dance of the moon,
she is like me.
White, indifferent,
illuminates the night.
Fearless brave,
unique in the sky.
Forgive me if I ran away.
I was stupid and maybe I will be again.
I took the wrong path so many times,
I'm so cold and indifferent,
I'm sorry if I have not been able to show the love
that I had and that I have.
But... My feelings are like the moon.

*which path i have to follow? this is my thrill, my glacial and lonely aspiration. love a stranger. A last song of screams before begin to be ice, pain in the eyes of others for what I want ... to defend, it is so nice... but tell me, is it right? oh tell me if it is right?*

The last song of the Mars.
I am a warrior, raw, cold and impassive.
like a corpse buried breathing under ground
but it can not move.
Strength, fight, are my life.
and all this has nothing to do with feelings.
I walk my path with a spear in his hand,
I do not want to kill, I want to defend.
I am justice combativeness.
But all that does not center with love.
I'm a selfish search of adrenaline challenges,
but you are my true first battle,
and I swear you that I would defend you,
 like a queen of mars.

*but you're not part of the moon, you're not part of MY moon. you are the enemy of Mars.*

*forgive me, but when the moon has touched me with a cold kiss I changed direction, I cry and shout for victory ... the road that follows me is stained with blood ... goodbye.*