Nine Moons

[Revolte]

See me dance with singing trees
where bones transform to fruits and leaves
and midnight howls caress the wind
as nine moons pass in blood and sin.

It's there you'll find my honest plea
sketched in blood on woven dreams
and read it well so all may know
of living dead on Saint's Death Row-

-The hall where all of heart must tread
with both feet last and falling dead.
For there begins the saddest song,
an ode and call to soon be gone.