I lay beneath the moonless night,
Criticizing the moon
Of being a tyrant
For depriving the stars of their actual beauty
For hiding them in a light which was never it\'s own
I lay still beneath the moonless night
Staring at the stars
Staring into space
Thinking of life and those untold lies
Lost in the mystical land
Lost into the beauty of the stars
They feel like a bunch of homeless fireflies
Lost into a barren land, a barren forest.
Oh how I dread this queer tranquility
As if it were the calm before a storm