The Man and the Moon.

On that cloudless night,
The moon shone bright,
'T was all but an ugly sight,
To bring tears it might.

It brought about a tale of romance,
Of a man with a second chance,
He who only wanted a dance,
On a night of romantic trance.

He feel in love with the moon,
He thought he'd obtain it soon,
Of all he hated noon,
This occurred in the month of June.

He tried to rope it down,
Tried to lure it with sound,
He wanted to escape but he's bound,
By his love to the full moon that's round.

He went mad in September,
The moon was all he'd remember,
His love was like an ember,
Could never be extinguished even with water.

Finally under the moonlight,
His heart thumping and his throat tight,
Lifted his gun to end his fight,
Squeezed the trigger without any might.

They found him the next day,
In the field of lilies he lay,
In silence they pray,
Oh God, please keep this evil at bay.

This a tale of romance,
Of a man with a second chance,
He who only wanted a dance,
On a night of romantic trance.

A/N: I love this poem. I don't know why but I feel a strong attraction towards it... It's weird because it's spontaneous writing, all of my writings are... Yet this one is the only one that I keep on thinking about every time, without fail. Ask me what poem I have written, this is the first one that will pop out of my mouth first. Probably coz it rhymes... Hmmm... Still, there are flaws, i realise that but me being me, I'd rather read mangas instead rather than edit this. Bleh.

Ciow.