Is that the Moon?
Up in the sky.
Way up high!
Can you see?
See it shine.
Shine so bright.
Are those the stars?
Beside the moon.
Twinkling, twinkling bright!
Its the sky at night,
Shining bright,
Let's say, good night...
sharp, frozen, old
its smile wide and white, its touch so cold
daggers, frost, thorn
its fingers long and pale, like winter morn
cruel, black, death
its eyes dark as bottomless depth
oblivion, curse, pain
never call it by its name
Tick tock; the mouse ran near the clock; running from claws and jaws of the furry cat behind him. Into the hole where his home lies alone, he took the cheese he won and gobbled it up before the clock struck one. He felt an urge to grab some more, so he peered out the hole to find no one there, but as he ran out, the cat came lurking about; and so the story repeated again.