Moonlight

I Moonlight; shining upon thy collied, weary heart. Her visage, so doleful, scarred with an age of many failures. Her eyes, like a dilapidated sea, serving as residence to only Death, and his many friends. But if 't be true thy continueth to gaze at the surface, and behold beyond darkness, thee wilt discover what wast shrouded by thyself; A red, luscious, rose, which releases a boisterous, fragrant aroma to all Unblemished by time, by age, by failure; by anything. Her wonderful aroma seeps through the dark, scarred surface of the moon. (2018)