The Moon of Where

just a pretty image I had in my head

When I was young, I stumbled Where,
I found a fainted flower there.
It held the beauty of the night;
Sprouted wings and then took flight.
I looked up high and saw the moon.
I heard a hardly aural tune.

When time was now, I stumbled Where.
I found no fainted flower there.
Still the beauty of the night.
I looked down, then to the sky.
I honored so the blood red moon.
Whose fate is now, discord is strewn.

Late that night I pondered of Where.
And what had taken place in there.
My room filled with the moonlight.
I saw it change to red from white.
Beheld everything in my room;
Thus dissipate into the doom.

Quickly I thought; the fate of Where.
And what had taken place in there.
Why all things positive did die.
How the moon was red, not white.
I now felt that my time was soon.
I'm swallowed by the blood red moon.

Author's Note

holy crap. I wrote this five freekin years ago!
It's going to need some editing, but wow. Where did that talent go? TT_TT

Reviews

[Bud]

Talent reflects the spirit within...like the body it needs a break for rest every now and then! : )
Your talent is yours for life...keep up the great work...even if it means waiting a little bit for it to come to you!