Phases of the Moon

Phases of the Moon A white horse comes to me in trance The four beasts usher him Armageddon with a bloody lance Death’s bony hands are thin Do we dare to go to sleep? Disasters coming thick Final days upon us creep Destruction coming quick Wedged between the phases of the moon Before the die is cast The grim benediction of the gloom shadows of the past To venture not beneath your load To discard the awful part The beating of your heart is slowed Regret reboot restart… Don Johnson Dear Anne The signs are there so have a care death and devastation are not rare Today upon the planet the prophesy from bible stares a fish caught by the gannet hope i'm wrong love Don