Of many a night I sat writing
to let my thoughts roam,
the poetic runnel ran steady
and the streem flowed free.

Such nights as this,
I become more than just the poet,
I become the lady of the night
planning plots to take over the night,
with pen and paper as my weapon.

Devouring the moon with
my poetic gloom,
I watch as the moon swoons
and its shadow plays.

With each word I write
it’s wane guides my write and
clears my writers block.

Upon this night I become
the lady of the night.

Its a dark write indeed.

**© 2017 Amanda Shelton