New year New moon, and all in between

It starts with a bang,

a glitch then  a clang.

With fire and water,

oh what a slaughter.

The skies dead black in the night,

no moon – just a fright.

It burst out in flames,

with ridiculous claims.

Words hits and scars,

no shooting stars.

All shatters in pain,

what more to gain.

Looking to the sky,

not knowing why.

Hope is in sight,

you know that is right.

Just keep longing,

full moon is coming.