MOONSHADOW

MOONSHADOW

I live in the shadow of the moon.
I have grown and sprouted much too soon.
I will try with all my might
To live in the bright sunlight.

I close my eyes but yet I’m still here.
Sitting on a branch next to a pear.
My petals are white as snow
Because of this fact I know.

I will never be awake at day
No matter how hard I wish and pray.
For I live in the shadow of the moon 
And I’m slated to sing the nightly tune.

HAPPINESS

 

I’ve been dared to write a poem.

I sit here and I will show em

That I can write about bliss

But it will be hit or miss.

Happiness hasn’t been my friend.

On white wings heaven does not send.

I seek it every day.

A sneak of it I still pray

Will rain down upon me

Before I’m gone to sea.

 

 

 

MOON SHADOW

 

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“ MOON SHADOW
I live in the shadow of the moon.
I have grown and sprouted much too soon.
I will try with all my might
To live in the bright sunlight.
I close my eyes but yet I’m still here.
Sitting on a branch next to a pear.
My...

 

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MOON SHADOW

I live in the shadow of the moon.
I have grown and sprouted much too soon.  
I will try with all my might  
To live in the bright sunlight. 
I close my eyes but yet I’m still here.  
Sitting on a branch next to a pear.  
My petals are white as snow  
Because of this fact I know. 
I will never be awake at day  
No matter how hard I wish and pray.  
For I live in the shadow of the moon   
And I’m slated to sing the nightly tune.

 

 

SUN’S RAYS

Light squeezes between the leaves.

Eyes to the sky serves me best.

Rays cast hot fingers on me.

Sun has passed its daily test.

The circle widens and deepens.

A place to while away the day.

I keep to its rounded corners.

A place I’ve come to love and pray.

MOONSHADOW

MOONSHADOW

I live in the shadow of the moon.
I have grown and sprouted much too soon.
I will try with all my might
To live in the bright sunlight.

I close my eyes but yet I’m still here.
Sitting on a branch next to a pear.
My petals are white as snow
Because of this fact I know.

I will never be awake at day
No matter how hard I wish and pray.
For I live in the shadow of the moon 
And I’m slated to sing the nightly tune.

PRAY FOR ME

Pray for your coven.

Pray for the victims.

Pray for the town.

But don’t forget

to pray for The Dead.

For they will be coming to Oasis.

No one will be safe

from their wrath.

Hold onto your faith.

Flee for shelter.

For the demons of hell

will soon ascend to earth.

Flying bats.

Dark shadows.

Vampires.

Witches.

Demons.

Even humans.

They will take on any

and every form

to complete their task.

Trust no one.

Not your friends

or loved ones.

Hell will open up

and release its worst.

Pray for me.

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THE SKELETON SAINT

LA SANTA MUERTE

LA SANTA MUERTE  The female grim ripper rears  her ugly head in Oasis.  She was last seen in Mexico,  but she has re-emerged once again.  She is the saint of vengeance.  Her sister saints offer monetary  rewards and promises of love.  But she promises her followers to  provide vengeance for them.  They just have to sacrifice to her.  She stands with her skeleton body,  her crown tilted on side of her skull,  with her stick at her side.  She wants to control Oasis, Florida.  But first she must rid the town of any  other evil.  THE DEAD GAME

LA SANTA MUERTE

The female grim ripper, or the skeleton saint,

rears her ugly head in Oasis, Florida.

She was last seen in Mexico,

but she has re-emerged once again.

She is the patron saint of vengeance.

Her sister saints offer their followers

rewards of love and money.

But she provides her followers with vengeance.

They just have to pray and sacrifice to her.

She stands with her skeleton body,

her crown tilted on side of her skull,

with her tall stick at her side.

She wants to control Oasis.

But first she must rid the town of all

other evil beings.

THE DEAD GAME

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