"Dark Moon" (standard:poetry, 247 words)
Author: kickboxrko	Added: Nov 22 2003	Views/Reads: 3240/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
The moon is not that magical...

“Dark Moon” 

Why does that moon rise? Why does it shine? Night in and night out? All
it is...is a sign...that someone dies... In the park...in the 
alley....in the dark... The people of the street know... Don't be 
out...wandering about...after dark... Without a care...without fear... 

Those men in coats will find you... Taunt you...scare you with their
knife.... You can't run....but we can hear... You screams in the 
air.... Cutting through the tree's I can see my breath in the chilly 
air... 

That moon is just a way... For the evil in our world to come out To do
their business... With pleasure...and conviction... They'll get your 
money...but worst of all... That what isn't theirs... your soul... Your 
salvation... 

The people of the street know... The spots to cross...and the spots to
hurry through But never at dark...with the moon in full bloom... Your 
screams are our alarm....yes...we know... We hear you...begging....all 
you did was go for a walk... Yes child...rest your soul....he can't 
take that... Pain is temporary...it'll be over soon... This is the 
city....this is the world... Like I said...it happens all over... In a 
street alley...in the park...in the dark... On a corner...near a 
store... But always underneath...what we call a moon... Don't you come 
out...you horrible rock... You mother of darkness...you prince of 
evil... You let their darkness shine....and you let their spirit fade 
You are no judge...to give them a weapon... That what  you call 
darkness... Some say you have a face... 


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