Oh, they forsook their lair
When the moon was whole
And upon a kind-hearted soul
They found solace for their hatred
They gnawed at his flesh with impunity
He bled like a fountain
And in his own blood he kept drowning
They never felt pity
They were once friends at daylight
Laughed in the cool breeze at dusk
Had a friendly brawl after many cups
Before he reclined to rest his tired eyes
He didn't see what their stomach concealed
Not until the Moon whispered their pain
But it was too late to run, for now he is lame
Their contempt was openly revealed
Their eyes glowed a sharp red light
A boiling lava subdued their iris
More like they contracted a virus
To share the pain is their delight
Oh, they forsook their lair
When the moon was whole
And upon a kind-hearted soul
They found solace for their hatred
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PoetryThis is a collection of poems written in different seasons. There is an overlap of emotion, but they complement each other. The theme is characterised by regret, anger, love, sadness, optimism etc. It is open to interpretation and allows for structu...
