The pale moon floats through demon skies
Her aspect cold and eerie
Against the raging storm she vies -
Her heart thus ever weary
So solitary in the night
Suspended there in sorrow
Yet waiting for the dawn's sweet light -
A brighter new tomorrow
All frenzy quits in daytime's glow
For silent be the morning
And deep in shadows set below
Then comes the sun's new dawning
The pale moon sleeps in demon skies
Afraid of night's returning -
So dark, eclipsed, as there she cries
In secrecy and yearning
A beautiful and subtle poem which touches the heart. An enjoyable read.
The title pained me a bit, as the poem is rich with graphic beauty, then i got it, it's not just your simple praise of nature, it's your aggression...in all positive & unique colour...
As I now gaze out my east window, through the trees dancing in the wind and see the full moon mingling with the clouds, haunting in the darkness, demons of the night. Lovely poem on nature's mood swings.......
Your skies are possessed now but their vigour is amazing. Vivid description of factual phases and cohesion stand by the write. The demons are endearing too...
The mystical and mysterious charisma of the moon so beautifully captured! ! Superb write! !
Good blend of factual imagination. Night's dark agents do clamour around yet day shall blow his conch to sound!
Moon, the solitary tramp of the 'demon skies'! She is weary and frightened, so appears pale. What a fanciful poetic interpretation! Another splendid write!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your Demon Skies was a joy to read Val, beautiful poem and title.