Lonely Tonight
I feel lonely tonight as with
every other night
cheerful thoughts are of no use
I still feel lonely as lonely
can be.
The stars are shining
some at its best
while others are waning
I wish upon the dying little star
for my soul to be taken from afar.
I hear the leaves rustle in the woods ever so mournful
an owl crying over someone who died
a dog weeping about somebody
who will never again see the light
and dozens of mysterious eerie sound.
The night wind touches my face ever so gently
softly whispering in ancient tongue
I listened yet not hearing
the reverberation of every word
sending cold shivers up my spine.
Then I hear a sinister moan of grief
echoing from the woods
the sound of a human yet no longer one
I look up above the glowing stars
wishing to be alone.
