by laelia
night prepares to come
a dark moon clothed in shadow
looks impassive at all those below
who would try and glimpse
her radient naked majesty
worn like a silver mask
leaving us to wonder
what cold delights await
hidden burning beneath
her blue diaphanous stare
night prepares to come
a dark moon clothed in shadow
looks impassive at all those below
who would try and glimpse
her radient naked majesty
worn like a silver mask
leaving us to wonder
what cold delights await
hidden burning beneath
her blue diaphanous stare
This poem was selected from Lit's archive of over 39,000 poems for inclusion in today's Archival Review.<br>
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