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Shadow Jan 2020
In the still of the night you come to me
I sense your shape in the pale moonlight
I listen for you each chiming hour
And the far off surge of the sea

Lulled by the curve of the sickled moon
I dream of the arching sweep of the bay
I sense your touch as the swell meets shore
And the surging sigh of the sea.
Shadow Dec 2019
'Twas on a starry night,
She was sitting by the pond
brushing Her hair in delight
the galaxies were of Her beauty fond,

but jealousy was the moon's  
for she could not bear Her sight,
Her halo of charm, Her amazing calm,
Her radiance and diamond eyes,
Her rose red lips, Her elegant dress
woven with vivid dyes.
those were what made moon mad
and she was also rather sad
her place was taken after all
she could do nothing but await Her fall.

So our jealous moon devised a plan
a plan more wicked than anyone can!
she hid in the pond and snatched my love
took Her away to the world above,
went around the stars and then the sun
and left Her there for Her time to come.

But the sun saw sadness sealed in my lover's eyes
so he flew as fast as any star flies,
he knocked on the moon's palace gates
and told her that God decides our fates;
she had no right to take Her away!
so the moon, ashamed , befell his sway.

So she returned my love with sorrow
and flew away for a better morrow.
this is my first attempt at writing a story-like poem so please let me know what you think :)
Shadow Dec 2019
Blood the moon in blackest night,
does greet the raven’s cry.
Darkness bears its wicked call,
to this deep and empty sky.

Sorrow rings the call of death,
no other sound now heard.
Beckoned to the last lament,
of this heinous wretched bird.

Beams excite this dance of thieves,
bones beat the skin of drums.
Writhing in the fertile drink,
tankards pour red velvet ***.

Flames twisting in the winds of rage,
scream the woeful song.
Sacred are the nocturnal beasts,
to gather in this throng.

Chieftain of the danse macabre,
to lead them from the grave.
To interject gross loyalty,
as the devil’s most ****** slave.
Shadow Dec 2019
a burning candle
a leaking pen
a  little hope
an everlasting yen
to find some meaning to this,
this endless loneliness.
'Twas  my birthday today
though everyone had forgotten
so I went out for a walk, cold and rotten,
the day was grey and the wind
blew all the comfort away.

Now I sit so still
in this sepulchral room
with a leaking pen at hand
I scribble over these contorted lines.

there's no need to rhyme
you just gotta break your fall
it's your birthday after all!
be happy and smile
even though things seem vile
if you just keep pushing through
you'll find something that'll make your life worthwhile.
some more nonsense.
Shadow Dec 2019
why is anything
I do
never
enough?
I'm being crushed by these double expectations by the people around me, it's exhausting me and I have nowhere to run, all it does is cause me self hatred and feelings of doubt, it makes me want to cry but at the same time it's gotten rid of my ability to shed tears, I don't know what to do, please help.
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