Nightmist Moonshade

Nightmist Moonshade Poems

The violent sea draws them.

Seagulls.
...

I dwell among the silence,
I stand amidst defiance.
You cannot see me yet you speak of me,
I turn thought to deed.
...

What we give and take,
We often forsake.
When children cry and loved ones die,
When rage seems to cover the eye.
...

Out of the misty blue,
They swarm with their squacking.
They fly fo their lives,
To my displeasure.
...

That blue eyed siren's
Done it again.Luring me
To my happy death..
...

She paces from her ledge,
A murderous cat on the prowl.
The goddess's gaze, once human,
A murderous slit of pupil.
...

A thrashing child
never calmed
casting shadows over its enemies
suffocating the light
...

The blood red moon,
Is coming soon.
Her mind is empty,
As the snow melts so does she.
...

Shards of glass cutting,
slicing knives of the finest steal.
The wolves cloaked in silver
biting their master's ankle.
...

Falling

Poison entwines your body
Shielding you from the light
...

Motionless you stand before me
Hand outstreched in challenge
You proclaim all who love you fools
Those who once knew you continue to advance
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Here I sit at end of day, the hapless prey.
Cold, malicious eyes follow as i stray.

The soulless beast whence evil from,
...

13.

Slithering into my heart,
All the venomous lies
Forked tongue,
Whispering in my ear
...

There once was a priest from the east
Who ate like a ravenous beast
When it came time to dine
His friends would all whine
...

15.

A siren on land from the sea
who's mission seamed quite easy,

She led men astray
...

Elusive is this night,
when i lie awake
knowing that each minute passed
does sleeping not easier make
...

The calming ocean waves?
The vibrant rainforest?

Has ever a castaway had a more wonderful choice?
...

The jungle,

All leafy glory in one deadly place.
A boastful frog, his monotone drowning out all around him.
...

Pouring water
Into a broken kettle.

Go back to the sea,
...

Free at last,
This tank was full,
Now it's emptying.
...

The Best Poem Of Nightmist Moonshade

A Slice Of Bread? Me?

The violent sea draws them.

Seagulls.

Curse the being that created these wretched beasts.

Fighting for my bread,
Wondering if they'd have more,
Had I been dead.

What wretches, they are fighting over a fish's meal....

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