The Moons Plague
A poem
The moon glows bright tonight for you my dear
Day by day will arise a new fear —
Death will soon be gleamed out by the brightness of our moon
He will soon carry me to the depths of our honeymoon —
Death will fade into the night sky as we call out our prayers today
As he too will soon leave us astray —
Lavender fields will coddle the carriage death resides within
Smells of devastation start to burn me outside in —
We ride this excursion together through and through
With horses of hell’s gate
We glide into the arms of misfortune — after all, these times are far overdue —
Poison ivy will guard the gates of the deceased
A fence of vines conceal the true beast —
Finger by finger — I will wear this guard — for you I hope to not see soon
With my suit of armor, death will stand no chance against our moon —
Our hands but will never touch —
Instead, they shall glow bright with the light of the moon shining upon our dried out palms
