by laelia
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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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