• I feel its beckoning calling
    The yearning of the days
    I wish I could fulfill it
    Yet still it strays away
    The moon is shedding forward
    Burning rays who stain my cheek
    And yet it’s still a calling
    Taunting teasing
    As I gaze up to the moon I shudder
    The awful sight surrounds me
    As innocence fades away
    I shiver falling ill, is of my countenance
    For who would believe what I had seen
    As I gazed onto the moon a face stood close at side
    One beside my window gazing
    I feared to try and view it
    But naught could keep it away
    No matter how I fought it still remains at stay
    In day as if a shadow at night I’ll never tell
    The stained light of the moon before me with solemn raspy yells