It’s a strange night
Fighting the quiet scream
Building underneath the deep sighs

The lonesome moon looks down
Wondering what the shadows hide

The extravagant past floats by
Smirking at the obscene future
The earth spirals out of control
The screams quiet no more

The lonesome moon looks at the rising sun
And prepares to leave
It looks down one last time
Hoping to unravel the mystery of the night
It sees hope and laughter
Folded hands in prayer

As the rays hit the dark crevices
The sleepy past summons the tired future

It’s a strange day
The metamorphosis has begun