Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Moonlit Sky

I lay in the silvery moon light, basking in its glow that
is ever lasting in the darkest of nights.
A raven flies above my too still form.
A cry piercing my soul, opening the silence
of my being
The moon, glorious in its need and every breath
filling my spirit.
Evil and good entwined on a pillar of
black ice and molten lava.
What am I?
But glorious flesh!

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