That distressing night
It wasn’t pretty light
But I still wanted to write
Many verses in spite
Raising my voice like a kite
And with all my might
I wrote my rune
To recite it to the moon
During the month of June
That was coming very soon
And needed to be in tune
With my upsetting afternoon
Looking at the stars
While hearing the guitars
I devoured all my chocolate bars
As if they could cure my scars
A tune to the moon
Written by the lagoon
A chant to the starts
To be played by sitars
A hymn to the night
calling for the light