The Once Mighty Moon
The paths were arcane
and the truth not easily known,
the creatures were formidable
and man's ways easily obscured,
be the black air warm or cold.
It was she who presided
over such paths and creatures,
and saw the man and his secrets
and knowingly kept them,
but cursed them all the same.
If it was with remorse
that I stared out of night's window,
restless just before rest,
it was a remorse of her bidding;
jewels adorned her reproach.
20th July 2018
Copyright © Lawrence Sharp | Year Posted 2018
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