Mourning Moonlight
I picked the
rose that I shall keep
And in the darkness I shall weep
I
mourn to the moon that hangs up high
My one true love has passed
me by
I stay here crying like a knave
Lying aside my
soulmates grave
Hoping to the Powers That Be
That soon my
death shall come to me
Erica Lynn Stahly "Angel"
Copyright ©2006 Erica Lynn Stahly "Angel"