Setting Moon

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A winsome voice rose
into the unlit sky
its fingers harped
unwakened dreams

A bare vignette lurched
into the shadows
its claws scraped
unshoed expeditions

An arm is raised high
blurry stars in witness
its blood testifies
unquieted aspirations

A voice rose to the Night.
and formed a melody
its waiting days expired
unsought gem wanes.




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Reviews

[duff]

I really like this. So many avenues to explore with only you knowing the truth. I feel like it could be an expedition and the tales or maybe something so sinister and haunting. Nice job.

[Jordan Deall]

This is one of the best pieces I've read in a long time. Excellent work.

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

I like this my friend.