Badly that night

Face looked grim night
Probe between quiet quiet rustle of the wind
Chaining restless, nervous start erratically
But afraid to say ...

One by one grain of starlight began to disappear
  In the court of heaven'',
Swept away by a collection of collection of cloud
Which began to move along an
Covering every point, as if no longer give a gap ...

Do not go ',,
But I had no power to restrain
Stay here'',
But the time to keep running ...
The time has come where I must move
Leaving my existence to hand back my throne
To the sun ...
JAKARTA.01/01/2012
ANTON {}