An extract from my epic poem The Way of Trilobites, available on Amazon. See my book links.
The moonlight lights the corners of a cloud! And thus enflames that thin, celestial shroud! What words have we, to match the heavens proud? O, savage is this sickly sight! This sordid scene upon the night! Whereby a cloud, with all its might, Doth strive with rows of teeth to bite The ankle off the moon. The scene the same, yet here my tune. O, moody moon of my desire, I think thy presence draws me higher! Thy veil across thy lovely face Doth lift my heart, and make it race! Thy beauty bound in mystery, I strain my eyes to better see. I do not strain my eyes to see! I drink and visions come to me.
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