THE BLUE MOON

A millennial oblivion

driven mad by the night,

chained by those vocations

that leave me scarred by fright.

Whose brothers we call slaves

and sisters consigned for life

we lucky few, the end of all days

shall now forever be, consigned to strife.

And to you I say goodbye

white maiden of the blue moon

who brings those demons alive

and delivers them to doom too soon.

A child’s broken heart coldly murders hope,

until festive joy and happy, leave you to mope.