Moons shadows, shall tease there sight, when they meet, come noon at night.
And I so clever, yet killed with fright, shall kill another, for love that night.
Pray for my soul, a noose so tight, shall take away, my moon lit nights.
Never again, to see the light, a billion stars, bloom come noon at night.
Hidden forever, from stars so bright, living forever, in dark as night.
By Donald L Holmes
