There is a shiver in the sky.
There is mystery afoot, no one one knows why.
There is tint awash the dark
there is a hint of falling bark.
A change of times? No one knows why.
There is mischief afoot, amidst the sky.
Tonight is one that a fortune shall change,
tomorrow is one where no sights range,
destiny puts its mark on today's brow,
there is menace afoot, no one knows how.
This lighter than black seems darker instead,
as it kisses innocent sleepers a'bed,
will they see red when they open their eyes?
I know not. No one does.
There is mischief afoot, no one knows why.
2 comments:
End result is... no one knows anything.
Btw, this may seems incoherent, but i wish the moon was made of cheese and i was on it.
Too complicated, man...the first stanza....nice--but middle are confusing
"There is a shiver in the sky.
There is mystery afoot, no one knows why."
Great lines. rest-eh?
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