Moonshine Prophecy Poem by Plague Rose

A bird that flew by night and I
Saw a light through the deep black sky
And underneath the white-lit moon
I heard the gray wolf howl a tune

Of specters in their ominous flight
Mourning over their lost delight
And on till morning on till noon
On with every undying croon

Crooning softly with the unheard breeze
Acknowledged only by the silent trees
And the sunshine with its heated light
Sees nothing, in the moon's scope of sight

So in this way your only friend
That stands by night and stays till the end
Is the dreadful moon from night she falls
To listen intently to my gray wolf's calls

And heed the specter for she is there
Guarded safely by the armored sky she wears
And simply listens with untainted ear
The mournful ghosts' wails and tears

And the bird that flew and I as well
Keep on listening to that gray wolf's spell
An offbeat howl within the chilling darkness
A song of prophecy for the Moonshine Empress