Stolen Days

Flickering street lights,
accompany stale, clean walks
on a night of the black moon.
So alone, So empty,
surrounded by strangers who
are shrouded with shadows.

Terror rises from within.

A pendant across the dead sky
captures the attention of everyone
walking the road of
vengeance.

As the man approaches the
dry lake, he sobs and shouts
for his love who was lost there,

So many years replaced,
Stolen by the
New moon.