It was a cold winter night,
Moon was looking bright,
I reached out for the door
For a glance at those shadows in the moor
As the werewolf howled with coldest intent
Clearing its clutches which had a bloody remnant.
Of wolf and men
Bloodthirst is common.
The worthy greens scattered everywhere,
People drowned in the brew of barley,
Roulettes turned as the ball fell,
Victors lost all their past glories.
Our embrace with this momentary debauchery
Evaporated years of sweat and hunky dory.
Of dice and rum
Addiction is common.
It zonked behind the Iron curtains for years,
Quenching its thirst with vengeance,
Freedom granted and so it spread its carnage,
Setting up a mundane confrontation
By awakening a dormant force with its travesty
Which always proved it had no superior.
Of good and Diamond
Strength is common.
Thud of another shooting star,
From the puffs emerged a finite shape, wailing.
But time never stands still,
turning every moment into past,
and now it was time to down the mast,
Up it went into the twilight joining those resplendent skies.
Of birth and death
Spark is common.
