Au Revoir

A bleeding heart was there for the taking
straining to become a piece of art
Now seems to be slowly fading
For this withered canvas only exists in dark

There is a bright complex in the making
But the monochrome clouds can only waive
It seems so clear this grayscale painting
Only submits to what the gloom portrays

The moons control each hour on end
As our time trickles on the page
The same tale inked from a contrasting pen
Remains brushing off more than your light can save