The Pale Moon

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The evening sets its emotion,
I'm under its spell, it creates a mood,
a tiring feeling.

I look at it as a lost mirror,
reflecting the sun's beauty
at the dark of the moon,
what's beneath its glowing beauty
is a lost charm in billion years.

I felt eerie every waking hour,
my weary mind is drifting
across the universe, empty,
and lost in the pale moon
when I stab you in the dark!