Cold Moon Rising
There was a cold moon rising up
As Death passed o'er the plain
He passed me by then seemed confused
And searched for me again
But I was young and had no fear
Of things I could not see
As I fought on with wit and steel
While Death still searched for me
The cannon's roar and dying screams
Were softened by the moon
And I stood up and shook my fist
For Death would find me soon
Now I lie quiet in the grave
With crosses in a row
And I will rest eternally
Beneath a cold moon's glow
3-10-19
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Copyright © Larry Bradfield | Year Posted 2019
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