It was a dark and stormy night
The moon was like a ghost
New, it was a sliver
Misty. Foggy. Lost.
Lightning all around it
Dancing on the breeze
Thunder took it in its arms
To Tiptoe Through the Trees
Liquid glinted on its face
Flowed down to cheek and jowl
A madman's laugh arose from it
As the wind began to howl
Yes, if raindrops are as tears to him
They are tears of Mirth
For he looks down upon us fools
And laughs for all he's worth!
Aug 7, 2016
Aug 7, 2016 at 12:15 AM UTC
It was a dark and stormy night
The moon was like a ghost
New, it was a sliver
Misty. Foggy. Lost.
Lightning all around it
Dancing on the breeze
Thunder took it in its arms
To Tiptoe Through the Trees
Liquid glinted on its face
Flowed down to cheek and jowl
A madman's laugh arose from it
As the wind began to howl
Yes, if raindrops are as tears to him
They are tears of Mirth
For he looks down upon us fools
And laughs for all he's worth!
