Stormy Night

December 11, 2008
Murderous, lead-colored moon
Hope the sun will come up soon
Black water all around
Dark skies begin to fall down

Clouds to fade to gray
All light has drifted away
The air cold and dry
The clouds, so sad, they cry

Built up hatred turns to thunder
Faster, the wing will wander
To shed some light, but still be frightening
Send streaks of terrifying lightning

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