The Moon is a gleaming pearl
Trapped in the clutches of darkness
Cloaked by cowardice and solitude
Its ethereal glow whisps us to sleep
The Moon is a guardian, watching over the night valiantly
Sheathing the shadows and ghouls with a gentle silver glow
The Moon is a destroyer, embracing the evil aura
Silencing the shadows with a gentle lunar lull
It stalks the midnight sky and
flowers its working beneath the darkest clouds
The Moon is a nomad, wandering the starry skies
A celestial traveler with an enigmatic appearance
The universe is a canvas where the Moon’s journey is painted
A silver ball of glow, at last accepts the harsh reality, embracing life
September, 2025
