November Moon
The amber ring around the moon.
Pollutants and dust.
A beautiful sight to which we swoon.
The color of an opaque rust.
It dances behind the clouds.
As if unforeseen.
The discoloring shrouds.
The unforgiving and clean.
Masquerading the truth behind.
What this really means.
That the mind.
Prefers it's fiends.
The amber ring that graces the moon.
Leaves what should be a graceful path.
But instead, told far too soon.
That we will feel everyone else's wrath.
Copyright © Hell Kat | Year Posted 2005
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