Misinformation Of Moon

[craven]

rain falls down like a tirade
as i'm for warmness starving
the moon is dressed in gold and jade
and shines for you my darling

gilded hands dont strangle
and trickling hearts dont smile
forget the past of wrangle
fill your thoughts in a vial

cork it up so gently
and throw it in the sea
the flux accedes the rest
furbishes it intently
and fills you up with glee

but in a future arcane
when the glass is frayed
your thoughts evaporate
and come down with the rain
come down like a tirade