Second Heaven Poem by Insignia Rose

Gliding moon, take me away;
To the lunar eclipse at a second heaven.

Glimmering bright, lighting nothing but a single soul.
A Shadow.
An infinite enigma.

The Shadow cast by logic and reason, with only remorse.
It is gazing at the waters surface, still and unmoving.
The ripples form on the waters surface, and cascade like a waterfall upon the black surface.

The moon stays glazed. piercing this heaven without a noise. Light. Shines but everywhere.
Yet... the water stays black. And the Shadow remains.

The Shadow is always there. Staring at it's reflection, burned into the murky depths.
Distorted by the waterfall that never ends.

What does it see?
That it ignores it's Second Heaven?
That it discards the warmth of the sun,
to be stabbed silently by a slow rusty knife of the gentle moons embrace?

It sees itself.
In this writing.
In a life.
In every lie.

It's eyes that cannot see, and mouth that cannot speak.
It knows what it can see, and tells what it cannot speak.

It sees real people.
It even sees monsters and ghouls.
Ghosts and demons,
and a single Angel in between.

But in it's reflection, the one thing it does not see...
is itself.


Just a Shadow, waiting to be found.
Lost, in a Second Heaven.