Wednesday, February 20, 2008

The blood spilt

The day has always been a staple of the human race
The day it has no sun will be a day of peace and fun
The day when moon rules the world even for a moment
The day will be glorious and powerful as a day of only a day of the moon
The day will have power pulsing through like blood of all
The day will have no more blood to spill the night has washed us all.