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Barking beasts fear dusk's descent;
Might holds sway while light is lent.
Silent hunters claim the flame;
Midnight seals the reaper’s name.
Yet dawn disputes the night’s domain—
Too fierce a steed for reason’s rein.
As morning cloaks the crypts in mist,
The moon gleans what men have missed.
Might holds sway while light is lent.
Silent hunters claim the flame;
Midnight seals the reaper’s name.
Yet dawn disputes the night’s domain—
Too fierce a steed for reason’s rein.
As morning cloaks the crypts in mist,
The moon gleans what men have missed.
In Moon Writ, the shifting power between night and day becomes a stage for primal forces—fear, reason, and revelation. As darkness claims the world, what remains hidden is not lost, but reserved for those who look beyond the veil. This poem explores the lunar inheritance of intuition and forgotten truths, urging us to consider what daylight leaves behind.
