Shane- Age: 21

21 October 2009

Winter Moon

Embattled with the freezing moon.
The lunar eclipse ends to soon.
Through the lunacy of it all,
We're all sure to fall.

Fog creeps beyond the tops,
glaciers; mountains, but time stops.
Plummeting frustrations with the naked eye.
I've seen these death factories and pious death eaters left to dry.

Ancient manuscripts scream my name, and artifacts play my game.
For all to bear my shame,
I lie these incentives in front of me;
Pity lies in the hands of my ideologies.

Mountains alike and this wickedness draws my fame,
For all to rest in the crescent moons irradiated flame,
And for me this coercion of evil summons the shadows; the gilded mantle gleams at me-
To dance in the vapors of the suns ashes, while the winter moon reigns its piety.