The Moon Poem by Talei Dawson

Black curtains are drawn over the sky.
The night bloomers rise.
Lost souls reign on land.

She rises.
Luminescent. Radiant.
She's surrounded by star lit velvet.
Black.
Night rules once more.

Her children. The children of the night.
Look at her in awe.
They call to her. They sing, howls of adoration.

Her brother begins to rise,
So she must depart.
Her children.
Her, oh sweet children of the night,
cry for her to stay.

There is one she will miss the most.
Her lover. Her wolf. Her warrior.
She gives her lover a kiss, and falls.

The sunlit sky breaks through.
Her reign over, till she rises next night.