No star dares near the lonely moon
Over which lovers sing and poets swoon.
Object of romance,
Subject of mystery,
Ever present throughout history.
Wolves cry their pain to you.
The light and guide of the night, too.
Ever watchful in the sky,
Present in nightmares,
And you pierce the dark with your stare.
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Poems By Me
PoetrySo this is just a book of the poetry I've written. It probably won't be updated often so sorry about that. Enjoy!!!
