The Moon Shall Rise Poem by Abby Keen Harris

Though I walk through the daylight
Sun and noise of the day tends to cause me pain
But I bare through it so I can keep my secret safe
When the gorgeous moon rises and when the cursed sun falls
Is when I am myself the most
The gently glow of the pale moon soothes the aches from the daylight
The sweet music of the nocturnal animals brings me joy
The darkness which comes eases my eyes from the blinding day
The woman you see in the daylight is only a mask of her true self
She only shows you what she wants you to see so you dont ask questions
She only pretends to keep her heart and secret safely hidden
Once the veil between the night and day falls
She becomes her true self, her true being, her true thoughts
The kind yet ever constant moon has been my only friend
Many humans have came and went like the seasons
But I can count on Mother Night to come and comfort me every night
The sun can only burn, but the moon will have her day
One day she will rise taller then the wretched sun
And when the sun falls there I shall be waiting
Waiting patiently and diligently