Moon: The poem

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"The moon is a poem written by the sun"

"The moon, a glowing sonnet, penned by the sun's fiery kiss,A luminous lyric, born of celestial passion's bliss

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"The moon, a glowing sonnet,
penned by the sun's fiery kiss,
A luminous lyric, born of celestial passion's bliss.
In silvery ink, the sun's sweet poetry is inscribed,
Upon the moon's pale canvas,
a gentle, glowing masterpiece, divine."

The moon, a cadaverous orb, bears the sun's fiery scar
A morbid serenade, born of celestial agony's dark guitar
In silver acid, the sun's corrosive verse is etched with pain
Upon the moon's pale shroud, a glowing epitaph, forever remains

The sun's fierce passion, a pyre of night, consumes the shade
As moonbeams twist, like tortured flames, in anguished serenade
The lunar canvas, a tapestry of sorrow, is woven with each passing day
A testament to the sun's unyielding, merciless sway

In this macabre waltz, the moon is dragged, a reluctant heart
Through a realm of shadows, where darkness reigns, and light departs
The sun's dark poetry, a litany of despair, echoes through the void
A haunting refrain, that chills the heart, and freezes the blood

Yet, in this ghastly harmony, a strange beauty reigns
A celestial requiem, born of agony's dark refrains
The moon, a glowing specter, haunts the midnight sky
A ghostly reminder, of the sun's unyielding, fiery sigh

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