The Stars Above Moravia 1_22_2026

Wickedjohnandthedevil

You were here then you were gone
Crystal black in morning cold
Hand too tired to touch the earth
Or stars above Moravia

Born under a silent moon
At your feet the hens and mules
Bay and cry, I know they do
Here I am, and where are you?

A god of mercy should forgive
The simple gifts you offered him
A life of labor, a cup of tea
Please god no more suffering

Where you should go I hope you see
One star for you, one star for me