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One mystic blue night in June
I will steal the silvery full moon,
break it into sharp-edged shards,
and sow them in the backyard 
in the shadow of dark clouds at noon.

The dark devils will enter with lust
my anguished heart beating fast, 
hit by the moonless night hard,
and make my boiling ancient blood 
turn to thick and brown corrosive rust.

The dark brown blood of mine
the night will drink like wine,
losing the shining full moon 
it will make a black one on its own,
even more dark than the dungeon.

When the wolves will be tearing
the neck of the stillness freezing,
the chilled air from the sky will alight,
the ominous bark will shred the night,
telling me it’s time for moon plucking
from the shadow of the devils lurking.

At the end of the year on a frosty night 
the time will come when in bitter spite
I will turn the harvested new moon
into deadly ball of the firing cannon,
and hit hard those who lure romance 
that skillfully wraps with mute trance
the innocent hearts trapped in love.
With the sickle moon’s sharp curve
I will tear open the deceitful throats, 
and slash the sweet lips that gloat, 
and in an instant cleverly ensnare
naive soft minds, attracted unaware.

One night in the wasteland dark, 
where the starved wolves will bark 
at the new moon’s harvest time,
and when the stars will be gleaming rhyme
as pure crystals in moonless sky I'll see,
the lurking imbeciles, I will bury
in the shattered moon’s ruins palpable,
for they say I am desperately despicable.

August, 14, 2017.
Contest : Hello Darkness My Old Friend
Sponsor :Anthony Biaanco

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