The moon while it slept.
Was silently slain.
Turning the sun white.
With grief and pain.
The blue was stolen.
From all of the sky.
A vast emptiness reigned.
Not a single bird would fly.
So in monochrome life.
A town shuffled slow.
One quiet soul alone.
Knew the curse would go.
Their voice was not heard.
Above each mournful cry.
And in ones, then twos.
Shadow people lay down to die.
The world it turned.
Till the population was one.
With a secret, silent prayer.
Misery lifted, darkness gone.
So in a new colourful life.
Heard loud and clear.
The smiling lone soul.
Sang sweetly with no fear.
Then it Started 