Blue Moon

The token of appreciation like fire to a steel let burn Under the blue moon heads held high glory it pass Fear of the raven scout the harvest scene and breathless Moment tank the even night moon hunter eye will of mountain Let it shine The token of appreciation like fire to a steel let burn The ant that travel farther from water is hill of redness of gravity Her Feet of glory sit in the imagination of sure beauty hands shackle A scream among the sky for a hero weight of gold of the treasure That last How can moon howl back to her thunder of pain If weight is in value what is her love held as A tent Well let me shelter you from the wolves Cause I see a Blue Moon.