Glitches Stitches Witches,
He was left alone, so ruthless,
The night grew colder,
As all his might turned tender.
The sound of them water ripples,
Trebled with his heartbeats,
Withered by the sad note in his soul,
That shook him whole.
He looked, as the sky was growling,
With the twinkling lights frowning,
Then he saw the moon,
Scarred, as she glowed,
He was still sad,
But a hopeful kind of sad.