Below a Sky Few Moon Have Seen

We held hands in the Hit the Road Highway cafe, below a sky few moon have seen. The mountains were still falling, just like in a dream where the stars used to shine. The planet curves down on the western side as oceans swelled on the east. Here we were stuck in the middle, on the edge of eloquence-- preparing our bows against the beast. Unrivaled mutations rose in the shaded starlight, they walked down the highway in the dead of the night. The darkness sang just like the end of a song... We never should had come here, we do not belong.