The moon in here tonight
is hooded with mystery light
like a man in regret that died
or the lust within dead hearts
You can only stare, reaching out
on such agony in delight
for like mischief behind a smile
the moon, a stranger
the deceiver of the night
The moon is my lover
The rain is my mistress
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Poetic Intersections
PoetryHello, poetry. If you ever visit the website called Hello Poetry, then most of my finished work is published in there, I will leave the link below, https://hellopoetry.com/defeatedsuperhero
