Blue Moon

Blue moon rising
Give haste to the wintry man
I fought the sorrow in the spring
But calloused are my hands

One waning dove
In a circle of the town
We sacrifice the ones we love
To feed the grasping crown

Blue moon sinks low
Over sad and haggard sky
I traced the arches of his lips
To make my body high

Light is cast astray
I've not seen your face in years
Against the walls of a broken heart
I taste your salty tears

Blue moon rising
My wintry man is burning low
I left a lantern for his ghost
But it's buried in the snow