When the moon rises,
From beneath the clouds,
An ashy elbow I am reminded
Of today-
Within my mind,
Lay a demon of lies,
Of worry and hate,
Deciding my fate,
As the weight of the world,
Rest upon my bare,
Thoughts,
Resting here without worries,
For each has its separate cause,
Of trial and failure,
Of demise and despise,
Towards the final agony,
I call within,
A force long over slept,
A quiet shadow,
One of its kinds,
Contains the message,
Of more horror,
And dishonor,
Flying lying beneath,
The winged clouds,
Are brushed off,
In the distance,
To reveal my fate,
One of many,
Repeating the tale,
A cycle of hate,
Has begun yet again…
