Call it what you like
Believe what you may
Somewhere there is a
Dark Moon
Rising today.
You have to admit there's something
Delicious
About venturing alone
Through the
Witching hour.
A bruise will blossom
Like a ghastly
Flower,
The smell of earth
Sweet yet sour.
Through the wood
This starless night
Lit only by the
Dark Moon
Your skin shines so
White.
Searching for something
You don't know
And
Reveling in this night so black--
Dark is heavy with magic
And so this
Dark Moon Rising
Becomes suddenly....
Tragic.
Comments
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it sounds so enchanting but changes at the end nice twist could you revise this poem? to bring about the happenings that follow after i'd like to read more

