Moonlight Marked Her Bed
Moonlight moved the dark
across the evening skies
clothing every secret
that seeps beneath the black disguise
moonlight marked the hour
and rendezvous the right
and whisper spilled forbidden love
concealed by the cloak of night
Her hair was yellow moonlight
Her lips were crimson red
Her breast were bathed by moonlight
as was her poisoned bed
Her secret was born in madness
in the horror of a war
that painted one's allegiance
by birth, upon each door
She the imprisoned captive
secretely keeping score
and he the secret lover
with watch of her unlocked door
By day he kept to orders
where rifle marked his post
Stood sentry to his duty
in light that kept his ghost
But moonlight marked his hour
and rendezvous his flight
and the post which he deserted
was hidden by the night
Her village lay in plunder
her family, shot and dead
from enemy patroling streets
and stained in crimson red
By day she hid her hate
by night unleashed her sin
Painted in yellow moonlight
and vengence kept within
His post was masked in black
enveloped by the night
but revealed by windows candle
placed secretly to light
The desertion of his duty
and the crowning of her own
brought soilders to her beacon
and a grave her hate had sown
Her hair was yellow moonlight
Her lips were crimson red
Her breast ran red in moonlight
covering the dead
Moonlight moved the dark
across the evening skies
She masked both love and hate
within the same disguise
Moonlight marked her hour
and rendezvous her light
but vengence lit the candle
that whispered in the night
The memory of crimson red
was stained upon her lips
To lure a lover from the night
in many secret trips
Her poison was his lust
her bed the poison's spoon
Her sin had died in candlelight
and his, in her poisoned room.
