Black Moon Poem by Andrew Lockley

Black Moon



A blackened moon once was a relic
shon down a gleaming charm on silver lined sky
her years of glory, eclipsing, rotating, waiting
though shortening, shattering, soon to die.

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(: God's Wild Child :) 02 July 2008

its good i like it. good job, keep it up.

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