Moon Shadow

They say
You can’t hold
The Devil
And the moon is cold.

Caught up in a lie.
Strangers passing
By and by.
They don’t hear the plaintive cry.

Raise the staff.
Lock the door.
I see a light
Under the floor.

The wolf is calling
And he wants more
And more and more.
So much in store.

I’m lost. I’m lost.
Repent the cost.
The Staff of Truth
Is now the boss.

Capture deceit.
Lock up the lies.
Outside, outpace
Our alibis.

We try and try
To work for good.
The guardians of truth
With staff of wood.

We, of sick men,
In sanctuary seek
The howling truth.
Our flesh is week.

The moon so cold.
The wind through leaves.
We wear these robes
With heavy sleeves.


6/11/24
Zone S2E5