Hey! Have you seen the moon?
Our bright wonderful moon?
It's turned red as our blood
and shines a cold light.
Our pure white moon
gone in the clouds.
His warm rays reflected from the sun.
Gone. All gone.
Oh where have you gone our
Shining night light.
The one that played with the stars
Every night?
You now sit there
very grim.
Ignoring the cries of the
Fledgling stars.
As they ask you to play
with them once more.
Oh! Moon. Our
wonderful moon.
Gone is your light.
And warm, kind heart.
A cold and stony mass
that sits in the sky.
See the moon for yourself
If you don't believe my cry.
YOU ARE READING
Random crap
Randomthis book will be full of random poems, lyrics to songs that I create, and random moments in 'books' that pop into my mind. updates will be slow depending on my mind and what is happening at the time. enjoy!
