Moon of 3 ways

The moon is Grey and in the sky...

I walk down the road, i turn to my left my brother, by best friend, my right my companion of ages... the three of us united.

We walk down the road... not alone... together, a brick wall in the ever growing individual society, we are not better then each other we are equals no one will tell us otherwise.

The moon is Orange and low in the sky...

We laugh and chat... then he stops, companion stares at the hedgerow, looking at it with fear and dread. He see's it, a being not of our village, our town, our home... standing there, standing over us with glare and pride, he cares not for us. 7 foot tall klu klux klan man... but hes not there, he moves away and leaves again. My Brother sees an eye, staring at him, begging him to follow, he ignores and grabs my arm, we turn around and the road is not the road, the walk is not the same, we have left our home, we are alone.

We run, run away, scared of the images that cannot be real, what we feel must be fake... no one would belive us.

The moon is Silver bright and high in the sky...

We never went there, we can't have been there, it doesn't make sense, Companion the catholic, Brother the Aethiest... but what we saw, we cannot deny... that night was it truth or lie?