The Power Of The Moon
by Lord R.e. Taylor
As the moon rises in the east
Life settles in for a rest
But the life of the night rises
Screeching and howling
Flying in endless flights
Many souls leave their bodies
Leaving decaying corpses behind
Still, there is an apparent beauty
Cast by the shadows the moonlight creates
But it will only last so long
The power of the moon will be lost
And life will carry on just as before
© Poem – I/II/MMXXV
LRET
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