The Mystery of the Moonlight
As lovers walk hand in hand, with each step their world becomes smaller under the moonlight
Cocooned in their embrace, lips on lips trace, as passion takes hold, under the moonlight
At midnight, the tormented soul begins his pain the full moon sees his change
grisly slobber drips off mange, his deeds of horror will unfold under the moonlight
The nightingale sings, high in the serenity of darkened branches, for his mate pursued
he sings in his solitude, so sweetly and invitingly to offer his love untold under the moonlight
In a velvet sky, the unknown sends comets gliding, now make a wish, for whoever sees,
these fiery tails have dreamed of happiness to appease and to behold, under the moonlight
Darkness shrouds the night, evil lurks in dank corners of lampless minds, choosing not to
keep the light they own, but sit beside the devils thrown where souls are sold under the
moonlight
Outside I walk to clear my head, thoughts of what, in this ghazal should be said, to have a
chance of a prize, to hopefully hypnotize, times running out and its cold under the moonlight
For JP's Ghazal contest
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