Moonsick Poem by The Jester

Moonsick



I love the Moon most in this world
Dancing on skies on coal.
She shies away, but the light she gives
Still falls upon my soul.
And when she shies behind the clouds,
A dark and lonely place,
I know that soon, one silent night,
I'll once more see her face.

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