Silvery Moon
The dancers sway to the
Rhythmic beating of the drums,
Singing with delight,an enchanting folk song,
As old as the hills,
Under the strange silvery moon,
A perfect embodiment of surreal beauty
But a fox howls with grief
From the graveyard and
A dreadful premonition hangs thick in the air,
The village is soon set in gloom,
The silvery moon is long fled.
20/07/2016
Copyright © Mapulemla C Imsong | Year Posted 2016
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