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 blook red moon.
Whose fate is now, discord is strewn.
Late that night I thought 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 ending now from the blood red moon |
Submission Name: The Moon of Where
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