“You see me now a veteran of a thousand psychic wars,My energy’s spent at last, and my armor is destroyed. I have used up all my weapons, and I’m helpless and bereaved, wounds are all I’m made of….” Blue Oyster Cult

I never have been much of a writer, but after watching Firefly for the first time I’m kinda’ driven to do SOMETHING creative, so here goes:

I’m not a musician by any means, but I can imagine this song I wrote sung as kind of a dirge, and I could rip the drum track right from “Veteran of the Psychic Wars” and maybe add a metallic clang along with the drums…

Criticism and remarks welcomed and appreciated, thanks!

Blood Red Moon

A flash of light across a blood red moon

You pray that your life will be ending soon

Your skin crawls like it knows we’re near

We long for flesh and we thirst for fear

No one knows why we’re made this way

You crossed our path and we’ll make you pay

We rend your flesh and wear your skin

When we’re done you’ll have never been

Lead us on to your non-believers

Soon they’ll learn why they call us Reavers

Lead us on to your non-believers

Soon they’ll learn why they call us Reavers

If your screaming soul can find it’s way

To a peaceful place maybe there you’ll stay.

But your bones will bake in an endless noon

As they spin through space 'round a blood red moon