Pale Moon


Desolate, disgraceful in night,
Howls and greets me with delight,
The pain I feel an Illusion to,
It's all that lets makes me stay with you,
The heart made box,
you take from me,
Sly as a Fox,
And now I see,
The shrouded mess that was my life,
Has vanished in the morning light.

Copyright ©2002 Jeremy Brown