I lay here; gazing at the sky in this so very Vast darkness.
Recalling; a tale once told of the moon and it's Relentless lover the wolf.
I remember the pain, sympathy rushing Through me as you spoke of the wolf; their Sadness. The devotion.
You spoke of a creature who would cry to the Skies on clear nights when the moon would Burn so bright the sun would feel shame.
The wolf would declare its undying love and in Return be met with silence.
Heartbreak; as their desired would vanish from Above for what would feel like eternities.
Leaving their beloved behind, isolated; alone.
It's funny looking back now. It's as if you were Warning me in a sense, saving me.
It was you.
You were my moon and I was so helplessly Hooked but just like Luna you up and left me. Your wolf.
Solemn.
I've nothing now but these constellations and My my memories to keep me company in this Struggle.
Oh how tragic were we?
-n|s
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It's Never Daisies
Poetry12 | 11 | 16 -A collection of long poems I've written -Post as I write publishing schedule -All these poems are my own work -No general theme Thank you for your time and thank you to everybody who has helped and or inspired me along the way. -n|s
