Too Late the Moon
Too late the moon exposed herself
emerging naked from chiffon clouds.
The Moon; she the mistress
of insanity and love
had arrived
yet her curtain call came too late.
There were bodies to count,
some still twitched their pale limbs.
Lovers ran blindly through empty streets,
the loved and the lonely rolled in their beds
in a fever of want.
Juliet searched the night sky for him
alas a wane moonlight caught her eyes,
had sent them spinning into webs of doubt
until she felt betrayed.
The mistress appeared too late;
for even in her Luna absence
drapes had been pulled over
the victims
of love and lunacy.
The night had bit deep,
both lovers and all other trusting souls
were left deserted, hungering
and lightless.
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