The Moon
It seems a deceit of the light,
in the day the Queen of the night,
she sits as in a dream untrue,
drowning slowly in the blue.
Gently moves toward the east
to sip where sun has gorged its feast,
her deep black robe with shining gems
divested out of her true realm.
Now lost within the azure skies
with pale lit face she naked flies
to rob the sun and give day flight,
open the doorway into night.
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