In shadow it's clouded
Hidden behind dark veil
In black it is shrouded
A cold body's tale
The darkness behind
Is less disturbing
Than what you can never find
The silent glow never stops hurting
Empty, and forsaken
Trodden and bare
The man's heart has been taken
And it was buried there
The image still haunts
The voice still sounds
The other continues his taunts
Knees fall softly upon the ground
All is calm in the dead of night
Like staring into the face of Doom
What reason is there left to fight
Underneath this Black Moon?
Timothy Lee Hollandsworth Jr.
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-moon/
