Black Moon


The white stars twinkle bright
and snow glitters in the night.
A white mist settles over the ground
A far away I hear the baying of a sad lonely hound.
The world is white like a ghost, haunting the space,
but far away I look up and see the moons dark, black face.
In a world where all is pure and bright
where everything seems snowy white
the moon stands out and casts dark light
On the open icy fields.
The sky is blue and clouds are scarce
that the bitter cold wind stirs my hair
I look and see a dark beauty, rare
in the dark black moon.
None can escape the ominous light
for none can run from the worlds wide night
yes all can see the full moon rise
for none can not be under the skies.
It is the night of the black moon.

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