Lonely Man under the Moon

 

A lonely man

On a lonely bridge

In a gray gloomy night

In the dwindling light

Saw the image of a loner,

Who has never been a moaner

As he look down far

In the ashen blue water,

While floating with a stagger.

 

And he walks on alone

Spilling droplets of blood

In the petals of his pain.

And the Moon over his head,

Instills in the drops of Moon

Through his shrinking veins.