Its Dark, Cold, Eerie.
The Moonlight gives hints of mystery,
To the black darkness below
And souls, cower.
Fearing, Longing, Desiring,
Only what they will never receive,
Foolish, are thee,
So I,
Enriched with fascination,
Have found myself among these souls,
Yet the darkness remains ever so
And the moonlight can not dig its way into my heart,
Here I am,
Fearing, Longing, Desiring,
Only what i will,
Never recieve
~Written By; Myself