Alone

Short and sweet I guess

As night comes in and the sliding darkness creeps

The moon in all her beauty stands alone

The Sorrowful glare, softly pleading for help.

And if she could hear you,

What words of comfort would you whisper?

To her that finds it hard to smile, finds it hard to weep.

And if she could reply,

What quiet words would her soft voice say?

Perhaps she would think it best

If you left her alone to die, left her alone to sleep.

Author's Note

Again grammer issues I know but this one was emotional for me to write so I'd like to know if that comes across