cringe
this is about the first part of a poem wrote about 1 year ago. Poem: The moon grows bright on the stars above, an arrow shoots out of a tree, shattering the moon into pieces below, the moon is gone from me Tears fall down from the stars above, the waves grow black in the sea, all the animals mourn with grief, the moon is gone from me. In a cave a creature brings, a bolder and magic from me, twisted by magic, the new moon arises, the moon cane back to me. All is well on planet earth, all is well with me, an arrow shoots out of a star above, the moon will cone back to me. Part 2: I look at the sun it shines so bright, but it only shines in day, not night, some creatures follow it, but I don't, the moon is the world to me. When the moon comes out the sun is in a trance, all the stars twinkle and dance, I wach and wach, until daylight, as the moon sings softly to me. I look at the sun it shines to bright, what would I do for eternal night? I'm usually wrong, but I know in right, that the moon will always come back to me.
