Wintermoon *
Beyond repair one dismal morning,
redemption waiting in the afternoon,
grey and chill though at the dawning,
I am the lonesome winter moon.
Though the day goes by so quickly,
I am a ruin like the bishops tower,
fielding questions from the sun,
rise and shine late grows the hour.
I make the shadows on your shelf,
I bathe the earth from the night sky,
I get my powers from someone else,
I'm just another middle guy.