The first morninglight is in hour,
For the night is gray and dull,
The world holds it's breath,
And the moon is a mere though.
It is late, it is early,
Look at the moon man,
Bowing deep and elegant.
The witch turns in her dance,
And the shadows is lessening,
Soon the sun will wake up,
Whiles the trolls turn into stone,
And the vampires burn and die.
It is late, it is early,
Look at the moon man,
Bowing deep and elegant.
The judged one prays a last time,
Before he is taken outside and shot.
Whiles the monk prays in the morning,
The sun sets, and yet a night becomes day
It is late, it is early,
Look at the moon man,
Bowing deep and elegant.
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Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I like this a lot. The moon phase has always affected me. I must be a loony! The Chinese say you can see a hare & a toad in the full moon, I can sometimes. (mind you, my great grandmother was Cantonese).
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this honestly couldn't have come at a better time, i enjoyed this poem. a good mix of fantasy and emotion.
wonderfully done, keep it flowing
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