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Sunday, 8 November 2009

"Bloody Moon"

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Lantern hanging in the trees,
Full moon overhead,
An orange moon, a bloody moon,
As I buried my dead!

She'd been a lover for many a year,
A friend so true and brave,
But under that bloody moon
I slaved to dig her grave.

A long-handled Cornish shovel
Digging in the night
The lantern swaying in the trees
Casting a ghastly light.


Tears flowed like salty rivers,
As I looked up at that moon,
I'd rather I'd been howling
Than sobbing like a loon.

I dug that grave so deep and wide,
As far as I could go,
And then I went and fetched her
To lay her down below.

I laid her down in that cold earth,
And shovelled in the soil,
And tears fell upon the sod,
As I finished up my toil.

Lantern hanging in the trees,
Full moon looks down scowling
An orange moon, a bloody moon,
I swear I heard it howling!

I placed some stones above her,
To hold her where she lay,
And whispered to her, as oft before,
'Lobo. Good Dog! Stay!'


Words and bottom Photo Copyright © Res JFB 7th February 2008