M. L. Kiser Poet Monorhyme

The Moon Became a Sword

A Monotetra

The moon became a sword of light,
piercing blackened veil just right,
Light saber be gleaming delight,
to my delight, to my delight.

From heavenly clouds the light did rest,
upon the waters during their quest,
no need to ask of moon her best,
we’ve passed her test, we’ve passed her test.

Upon lakes shimmering, silver folds,
angel fire sat in gold repose,
then like a lonely, winter rose,
relieved our throes, relieved our throes.

Angelic beacon, golden one,
shared by both the moon and sun,
light of gold and citrine spun,
by greatest one, by greatest one.

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Quoth Theraven January 3, 2020 at 9:46 PM M.L., Very interesting dance in this Monorhyme that I really enjoyed. -Richard

Chris Green October 17, 2019 at 7:36 AM Love this style with the repeating lines at the end of the verse. Really cool my friend. M. L. Kiser October 17, 2019 at 8:39 AM Thank you, I've been writing a lot of these recently; I like the form, it's different from normal rhyme and I think that's what appeals.