I asked my friend to fire in the dark
But there is the moon for the spark
He says he needs to get home to listen to the howling
The one's that of agony, or fouling

This moon, constructed too many words to be poems
That many slipped into fear and omens

Ever thought of?

The face of a woman
Beauty of the blackness
And evil for the plot at night
The howl of declaration that

I am the moon
For everyone and everything