A poem by your bestest insane lunatic friend
~Jack
A bright moon begins to dull
I hear a drop of rain
I stare out into the night, seeing the dreadful stain
Of grey that hides the night,
Hiding the bright moonlight
Through the window, fogged by breath
I stare into the dark field of death
A grave yard stands in the night
Lit by torches to keep it light.
I sigh, watching the flame fizzle and dull
Hiding their secrets from me.
The rain stops,
But no moon light
I continue to stare endlessly into the grey stained night
(i came up with this in two min i apologize)