Posts Tagged ‘Lunar’

There was an eclipse last night,
The atmosphere grew heavy,
I scanned it with bloodshot eyes,
And I grew fearful,
To witness such beauty being obscured,
By a shadow of such an evil thing,

Witching hour…

As the lunar goddess was enshrouded,
The voices began their furor,
Rageful claws bore down,
Driven insane by the night air,
Be they spectre or succubi?
I was not privy,

New dawn…

I awaken sore and beaten,
Crimson scratches down my back,
A bruise or four,
I leave the abode into daylight,
The sun has taken the sky,
And I grow fearful.

The moon is an icon to humanity,
A symbol some would say,
Of mankind’s progress,
An affirmation,
A testament,
A statement,
An idol.

Humanity reached the stars they said,
We are chosen they uttered,
The moon was conquered,
Mankind sipped victory,
What cavalier simpletons!

Do they not see the moons dark side?
Do they not watch as it turns away from us?
As if to hide an ominous grin.
The moon laughs at us,
Even smirking,
As we revel in our imagined victory.

Humanity reached the stars they said,
But as the moon turns,
It cracks a devilish grin.
You see,
The moon knows what’s waiting for us out there…

 

Grinmoon

I am hers,
And she will be mine.

I gaze upon her countenance nightly.
I worship her glowing radiance,
I marvel at her saintly luminosity,
I dote on every chilling whisper,
I cherish her mysterious embrace,
I admire her womanly curves.

I am hers,
And she will be mine.

Bah!
I speak not of some humble woman,
But of the grandest beauty in this mortal coil,
See how she watches over us,
Even as the treacherous sun turns its back.
If only I could caress her.

I am hers,
And she will be mine.

This void betwixt won’t keep us apart forever!
I’ll tear the very heavens down to kiss you,
To bask in your lunar glare,
To massage your crater-strewn form,
To take a place in the cold beside you,
To waltz in orbit with you.

I am hers,
And she is mine.
Or else.

Moonlight