Omen

‘Twas but a year ago, the moon shining bright,
(etched in my mind, so well);
strolled with my loved one in the orange light,
our voices intermingling like twinkling bells

Suddenly the moon grew dull.
My love seemed to have sprouted wings;
he appeared a face of a smirking skull
What I felt in my heart was a ghastly thing

Fantasy was it? For my love lay still
within my arms, his eyes aglow;
wondering why my lips were chilled.
Silently I pulled him closer, kissing him so

One year gone, the moon still bright.
Too bright, like a ghost of woe;
standing by a newly dug grave tonight
with a wrecked heart……….its bizarre you know.