by Unknown
Nov 2009 377 Views 1 comments
BAD MOON RISING
THERE IS A BAD MOON RISING. A DARK NIGHT. A STORM.
BEYOND MY GRASP, A STAR ONCE SHINED,
WHERE THE SUN IN THE SKY WAS BORN.
BENEATH MY FEET THE COLD WET EARTH,
NO PLACE TO REST MY HEAD,
A MAN THEN APPEARED, WIPING ONLY ONE TEAR,
LATER CUASING MANY OTHERS TO SHEDD.
WHERE LIGHT ONCE BRIGHTENED,
THE NIGHT NOW FRIGHTENED,
A ROSE SLOWLY WITHERED AND DIED,
AND THE MAN DISAPPEARED,
TAKING ONLY THAT TEAR,
BENEATH THE BAD MOON THAT RISES, HE HIDES.
BEYOND MY GRASP, A STAR ONCE SHINED,
WHERE THE SUN IN THE SKY WAS BORN.
BENEATH MY FEET THE COLD WET EARTH,
NO PLACE TO REST MY HEAD,
A MAN THEN APPEARED, WIPING ONLY ONE TEAR,
LATER CUASING MANY OTHERS TO SHEDD.
WHERE LIGHT ONCE BRIGHTENED,
THE NIGHT NOW FRIGHTENED,
A ROSE SLOWLY WITHERED AND DIED,
AND THE MAN DISAPPEARED,
TAKING ONLY THAT TEAR,
BENEATH THE BAD MOON THAT RISES, HE HIDES.
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Posted: Nov 2009
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