The moon hangs high in the midst of night
Clouds concealing her ethereal light
Majestic as she is, everyone knows
The mesmerising spell of her silver glow
Stars draped like cobwebs litter above
The wolves, cats and bats so in love
As for the others, they are tucked away
Falling asleep to her breathtaking ray
As night nears to an end
And the sky starts to bend
The world shifts from their steady lay
Yet excited for the end of day
- aj
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tainted souls ✎ poetry
Poetrydedicated to the good, the broken and the undeserving a book of my poetry trigger warnings will be placed in chapters if needed - aj
