Their sky turns to dusk Over the weeping of willow trees Swaying in the tepid breeze
A howling moon arousing the forest Children of the stars fall to play In the winds their voices sing Deepening trees swallow the moonlit trail They follow the echo
Heard by the night They tranquilize the peeking eyes That scrutinize their every thought To the moon's delight They galavant amongst the path Dangling from snakily limbs They're like shadows
Laugh and cry Live and die Seek and hide Cherishing the moon Rolling clouds sprinkle dust Upon their silkened hair Of deepest black Bouncing parades of peace in the night They lead the watching eyes
The waning moon sets to rest Withering a night sky to a zombie grey light As with the moon Beneath existence Their bony feet scamper To their maternal sanctuary Hidden where farness cradles the earth