Wintermoon *

Beyond repair one dismal morning,
redemption waiting in the afternoon, 
grey and chill though at the dawning,
I am the lonesome winter moon. 

Though the day goes by so quickly,
I am a ruin like the bishops tower, 
fielding questions from the sun,
rise and shine late grows the hour. 

I make the shadows on your shelf, 
I bathe the earth from the night sky, 
I get my powers from someone else, 
I'm just another middle guy.