(Take seriously at your own risk)
I caught the moon in a glass of milk
it glimmered and glowed like sweet siren silk
and I held it up in my hand at a tilt
and stared at the moon in my own jar of milk
It was a lantern as it shone cross my room
with the sweet boney sheen that lit up the gloom
and the sky now is empty or so I assume
cause I can't help but stare at the glass in my room
My body it tremble my heart did a flip
I took it up put the milk to my lips
and I drank it all down with one single sip
and I felt my head creak and my soul it did rip
My body aches light and the moon its in me
and there is it shall stay or at least till I pee
than the moon it will go into the sewers it flees
and all loving will pass and it will be just me
I had the moonlight in milk but now I have none
not even a moon in the sky it now seems to shun
the precesence of me, god what have I done
the moon it is gone, like he wind on the run
and the night darkens and he stars go to hide
their king he has paste, their king he has died
and I his assassin I now beg him to fly
like he did 'fore I caught him and put him in I
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