It’s that night..
It’s that night again
The night the moon eats the dark a second time
It’s the night the words
Marching down in jest
Dressed in black..drenched in red
Boots and fatigue…armed to tooth..
Make a grand homecoming
Twice bolder, thrice tough
Four times unabating.
This time with more of target practice
And advanced precision.
It’s the night the dreadful words come out of her mouth
It’s the night their bullets strike straight through my heart
It’s the night their swords slash at their sharpest;
It’s the night…the night she deals me a bold bereft
A second time.
A last time.