English Poetry

Black Moon

Black Moon is rising,

And shadows are going grey

Emmotions are shunted,

But love is still in the air

Hounds are raising,

And wolves are getting brave

Being human is dead,

But life is still a fair

Nightingales are crying,

And doves are falling prey

Brothers killing brothers for a piece of bread,

But hope is still alive disguising the dispair

Demons are dancing,

As the darkness is here to stay

Angels are sick and afraid,

But some hands are folded for a prayer

Forbidden tree has stopped bearing,

And the serpent of Eden has no say

If Adam would have cared,

Long forgotten magic still has its share

Life is shying,

And morbids are happy n gay

'Let there be light' he would have said,

If the omnipotent is still there...