Story Time Behind the Doors

BAD MOON
Hanging on the horizon
The bad moon feels no pain
As it pushes the sky its risin''
It floods the landscape with stain

Their little group huddles beneath it
Revenge on their lips fera in their herats
Stern warnings of failure pain to inflict
There will be no after once this starts

Where does this story end
The bad moon knows
It waits to rise again
That''s where the bad moon goes.

- Judith J. Thier

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