December Moon
 

Black cold silent night.
Lifeless,without a breath
No souls,not in sight
Maybe it was Death
Swifltly he moves
with his shining scythe
pleasure of dying is his grooves

The horizen were the land meets the sky,the endless sky,ends.
A color of blazing violet,a mixture of violent colors,raging.
The street is so long,so empty.The shops are closed,forever....
The cars are still here,going no where fast,engines frozen.

Black cold silent night

From the curb,footsteps of civilization are heard,a gathering of
whats left of it at least.People,unite in the small town's sqaure
in communion.They all look up,eyes glint with a vibrant moonlight.
An newspaper,front page,rides the air,a headline.
War is declared,December 25th,midnight.....just now,January.