A Moonlight Grifter
A grifter's mind with a poet's heart,
he wrote words that could tear you apart.
To capture moonlight, he made his goal,
but his songs came from cracks in his soul.
Sometimes he wrote of a sordid life,
of keeping his thoughts in words of strife.
Then, traded those words for stars instead,
as he followed paths where moonlight led.
Not one to study, yet books engrossed.
He was intrigued by words the most.
They seemed to leap from page to mind.
He took them and left a verse behind.
He had found the magic that occurred
within Earth's wonder, with but a word.
He took beauty from all he could see,
then left behind just his poetry.
A lone grifter, he was from the start,
finding his way, just playing his part.
Then found the words so lovely to see.
Touched our hearts, a rare poet was he.
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