Pearly white was the moon of a childhood,
She laughed and swayed, a blue yin and white yang,
The moon challenged the stars among the hood
Of night. A loss for which the moon would hang
From an earthly sky, a lonely specter,
Above a hell and below the heavens.
She was, of course, a vivid collector
For she gathered waves- sweet, lovely beckons-
Crashing and roaring for her misery.
Until, a lull arose, a hymn of fire.
Beneath th'horizon, delivery
From the between of perpetual ire
His gaze consumed hers, his heat a monster.
The sun, her savior and devourer.
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Lover Of Light
PoetryThis is a poem in iambic pentameter about the moon being sent to the earth and the sun taking away her pain every day.
