The moon was full,
One dark winters night,
And into blackness I crept out of sight,
To my secret spot around the block,
It was there it happened,
On that strange cold night,
I was a child of the moon,
But not out of sight,
As someone was watching,
From behind the trees,
And he stepped into the light so he was in sight,
Silently he stood there,
Until he was sure of what he had seen,
He came at me fast,
To fast for me to scream,
But then it seemed to just all be a dream,
As he stopped just in front of me and dropped to the floor,
And all too soon,
He too was a child of the moon.
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Happiness Is Only A Tear Drop Away
RandomSmall rhymes and poems I thought of. You may find parts of some in my stories