This has been sitting around...

This is a piece I wrote some several months ago, and its been catching my eye a lot lately, so I decided to post it here.

Taking sharp the western wind,
A sky bleeds red at summer's end.
Moon lowers day into a grave,
Leaving only her dying rays.
Oh soft, silent, dreadful moon.
The light you stole from me too soon
Leaves me cold, oh it leaves me dark.
As I reach for that forgotten spark.

As anything that I will write here, it is what it is. Take from it what you will.