I know not if I have ever seen
a night so still as this.
Clouds rolling on a starry sea;
A beautiful eclipse.
But lo, another light appears
now I am on the run.
The man whose gold I stole is near
he brandishes a gun.
A dark alley, a scurried fall
Slowed by the sack I bore;
he caught me trapped against a wall,
and the night was still no more.
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 1:28 AM UTC
I know not if I have ever seen
a night so still as this.
Clouds rolling on a starry sea;
A beautiful eclipse.
But lo, another light appears
now I am on the run.
The man whose gold I stole is near
he brandishes a gun.
A dark alley, a scurried fall
Slowed by the sack I bore;
he caught me trapped against a wall,
and the night was still no more.
