Lunacies
Beneath the full moon's mirthless,
mocking, mournful glow,
the wicked winds will whisper
while wrapping us in icy woes.
Winter's ill breaths (a steady knell)
portend slow death and coming shadows fell.
Oh, full moon,
your light feeds
this sorrow's bloom.
Keep from me
the frozen kiss
of your sweet and chilling lips.
This is the haunted chorus
of nature's cold abyss.
Frost-burned leaves
feed another funeral pyre.
Mother will weep
when she sees the child expire.
Moonlight highlights
every shallow grave so cold.
Winter’s tight grip keeps
the final tales untold.
Oh, full moon,
your light feeds
this sorrow's bloom.
Keep from me
the frozen kiss
of your sweet and chilling lips.
This is the haunted chorus
of nature's cold abyss.
Won’t you please stop singing to me
of nature’s cold abyss?