The moon rises up above the trees
I see the glint of its eyes and freeze
it looks like the end of my time
for the beast of the damned is about to dine
on my soul
if I have such a thing
for it feels like I have non at all
but even so as it flaps its wings
I know I have seconds before I fall
to the ground on my knees
lost in endless sleep
and now I lay silent and still
and a gentle breeze passes me by
I know that laying on this hill
no tears to cry
for my soul that was lost
at the stroke of midnight
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that's it my horrible excuses for a poem.....enjoy, hate or disregard.....your choice
