Moon Drops

A clock ticking at the golden hour

Tears like diamonds shedding from above

Falling slowly at the flooded floor

The tree was rotting from the core

It 's routs covered like vines the walls

Around a bloodstained cup

Shadows were dancing a spooky waltz

And anger goes boiling up

A.N: This was one of my first attempts in poetry. The last sentence is bugging me, so all ideas are welcome. Thank you for reading it.