Moonlight Sonata
by: E. A. Bartholomew

First Movement
Dull light scattered around
Filling in the empty night
They are helpless
Grasped by its intrigue
Dancing, they are but dolls
It has captured the souls
And footing has been lost
As they drift in the black night
The waltz grows soft
But returns to spin them 'round again
The bare sustenance

They soar to the peak
Yet fall again in a bloody rain
Puddles of life left on the ground
Those who remain wade
In their somber ripples
The blood creeps up their legs
As the moonlight begs for another
Waltz into the dark sky
Its dark voice protrudes from the minds
And once again
They rise into the night, dolls dancing

Second Movement
Yet, they forget the blood
And leave it lazy in the meadow
The soothing tone returns
A festive mood replaces despair
As they, dolls of the moon, dance
On the clouds of night
One more round of drinks for all to share
And by strings, taught by wind
Limbs are wild and fly all about
Caught in a trance
The dolls are servants of the night

Third Movement
And yet, they grow mad
The cool moon is crazed
Dancing turns to aimless willowing atop the clouds
As they die, they fall to the ground
And splash the remnant blood
Kicking and throwing 'round their lust
None should sleep
Above the clouds, the others soar onward
Struggling to reach the dull light yet again
Climbing on the pitch of black
The dolls become the moon's rays

Tears of the moon
The lunar rain penetrates the corpses
And carries off the blood
The river of the night drains into the soil
Rich and dark, the mealy things
Find humble abode within its confines
And praise the night
An offering which is expected
And 'fore the dawn, the sun's unease
No trace of the bloody dolls remains
But the fading moon