The Moon Speaks


The moon speaks; softly it whispers.
The wolves prowl and hunt,
And the night whispers back, again, again, again.

As the shadow of night
creeps silently, without a grunt,
The moon speaks; softly it whispers.

Electric storms, shining how bright,
Boy asks his Father, for he is blunt,
And the night whispers back, again, again, again.

His bones frail, poor eyesight,
searching for an answer, a stunt.
The moon speaks, softly it whispers.

Men, strange, gathered 'round campsite
all look around upfront,
And the night whispers back, again, again, again.

Fight, scream, against daylight,
a battle on the horizon, forefront.
The moon speaks; softly it whispers,
And the night whispers back, again, again, again.

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