Bloody Awful Poetry
Copyright© 2024 by A funny bowl of custard
Chapter 5 Moonlit
Simple aura laden crescent carved in the sky as well as my soul
A section of seemingly inferior whole the part worth more than the sum
Sitting ever staring down upon me, this moment I stole
From those who would horde the day like jewels or plums
Walking down a narrow path between houses daring dogs to bark
Sharing starlit dances and irreverent whispers in the dark
The simple aura laden crescent stares at me, sparkling with majesty
Or at least I judge it so, reality a travesty
To be avoided tonight as I grow from moonlight gathered
Synthesis of the replicas of all the things I’ve scattered
Chasing a hart through the tress under a crescent spell
Squeezing through with ease the night the moon fell
Simple aura laden crescent burned into the sky
And my soul, walking though some would prefer to fly
Wind blowing so softly just enough to remind me its there
Some may scorn the way I mourn the changing of the sphere
But I have no choice but to continue to the end of the world, or
Until the end of me, because I’m the only existence I’ve ever known
Not one to pass up such a chore
But as everything is blown
Simple aura laden crescent eying me accusingly
My guilt however is as certain as uncertainty
In a world where this can be reality
Not given to escape it, not granted the luxury.
Simple aura laden crescent carved into my soul as well as the sky
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