Cresent Moon Poem by Cyrus Diaz

under that crescent moon
overjoyed mortal souls d
dancing in the rhythm
of that demoniac music
of distorted lyrics,
under blinkers, strobes
crystal balls, dilapidated
walls. I have never been
part of something I detest
Something I don't understand,
under that crescent moon lit
sky, soon they will sleep
nor die, what decree
heaven can possibly have,
for them who in that night
had delivered their souls
to the dark, deafening,
blinding light.