Every night, I look outside,
to see the moon, to say goodbye.
I see the stars, shining tonight,
watching the moon, full of light.
Deep in my soul, I feel this urge,
like something wants to emerge.
And I reach out towards the sky,
reach out so very high.
Then I feel it, so very slight,
yet I gasp out in fright.
'Fore now I know who this may be,
it is a monster, it is me.