The Promised November

the promised november never arrived

it's still the same covered in fog

and smoke from the old world

when my life was at crossroad

november's blood moon

and stars told a different story of my fate

i die every night and think about it

when my god promised to love me more

This poem is connected to another poem of mine titled "November 8 and Eclipse". In that poem i talk about two events happening on same date. On one date, somebody went to heaven and on same date something good was promised, maybe a conversation related to eclipse. Again, it is very deep and has connection to astronomy. But before the promised november could arrive, the new connection this character had found with somebody faded away or you can say that the savior decided to leave.