read Hang the Moon first if you want to be introduced to my main characters. there will be more soon I promise. pls review and tell me if its any good or not. i know its short, but more is coming.

I am posting this ring of fics as I write so thats why part 1, 2, 3 and probably four will be posted simotaniously.

also check out Drawing Down the Moon: Part Three of La Lune D'Or.

punkirish

Second Part to La Lune D'Or

Sunset is an angel weeping
Holding out a bloody sword
No matter how I squint I cannot
Make out what it's pointing toward
Sometimes you feel like you've lived too long
The days drip slowly on the page
And you catch yourself
Pacing the cage

I've proved who I am so many times,
The magnetic strip's worn thin
And each time I was someone else
And everyone was taken in.
Powers chatter in high places
Stir up eddies in the dust of rage
Set me to pacing the cage.

I never knew what you all wanted
So I gave you everything.
All that I could pillage
All the spells that I could sing
It's as if the thing were written
In the constitution of the age
Sooner or later you'll wind up
Pacing the cage

Sometimes the best map will not guide you
You can't see what's round the bend.
Sometimes the road leads through dark places
Sometimes the darkness is your friend.
Today these eyes scan bleached-out land,
For the coming of the outbound stage
Pacing the cage...

-Pacing the Cage, Jimmy Buffet

The crooning wails of the voice seeped through the radio speakers and drowned in the amber shaded glass he brought to his lips. The liquor scorched his throat as it glided down but he was no stranger to pain, and he took it stride as he had many things in life. The bar was quiet and strangely empty and he was thankful for that, almost as thankful as he was for the liquor that occupied his mind removing certain memories, he now wished he could go without. She occupied almost every sober tear of thought he shed now, at least the liquor kept the wolves at bay.

Heh heh. Wolves at bay, what irony, he thought as he downed the rest of his glass and turned to leave, he had to get away from this place. Maybe somewhere where the liquor was cheaper and dives were haunted with more than just memories. He paid the bill, and left. But he only got as far as the door, the rain pounded outside, and sheets of it glided of the awning.

Just my luck, god I hate the weather.

A black bundle pushed through the door beside him.

"Sorry," he mumbled.

"Remus?" Only then did he recognize the bundle as the last person he ever wanted to see again. Frozen in silence, Remus debated running out into the stormy weather but his body hesitated and stayed put.