Attempting A Sestina

Where once was the City of Nocturnal

A twist of fate rolled the red bloodied currents
The Earth took back with much given passion
Like a slap in the face, but the scars taste of chocolate
More and more, hunger grows awake and nocturnal
Only blowing away, escorted by the wind
Only a whisper is left, "Too bad."

The cold and the cruel, the good and the bad
A small, redeemful bird rising from the currents
Closing eyes, waking soul, taking flight, taking wind
Pondering thoughtfully, pleas for passion
Wandering lost in the City of Nocturnal
The sweet abyss of dark blood chocolate

A little sense of stark mud chocolate
Because even a little temptation isn't so bad
Just keep yourself awake; become the nocturnal
And keep from crashing into the currents
Hold your heart and hide the passion
Take forever the lost wind

Take what's left of all that wind
Turn it into sweet bliss chocolate
Make with all the world's passion
Have no regrets, it won't be bad
Avoid the charm given by currents
Hide not in the City of Nocturnal

T'was the man on the lands of Nocturnal
Who carried himself through violent wind
And flew out of cruel, unforgiving currents
He who landed in think, melted chocolate
Is the enemy who cannot be considered bad
Because it was him who gave the most passion

Or was it too much passion?
Now no one can sleep; we converted to be nocturnal
Forcing our existence into others. Could it be so bad?
How cold it gets at the start of night, like winter wind
How bitter the stars stare back, like dark chocolate
Yet the Earth pulls back with ocean's swift currents

The wind controls the currents
It's too bad for the passion
Hidden in the chocolate made by the Nocturnal