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THE MOON DIED

shaiontheprowl by shaiontheprowl
May 15, 2014
in POETRY
Reading Time: 2 mins read

April 9, 2014   3:31 p.m.

(i)

Tonight I killed the moon

And the stars cowered in corners of the skies in mourning

The tears shed waiting for the sun which soon makes dried

As it rises to greet a bleak morning.

 (ii)

They are not the same

These stars and the moon so black

It’s not the owl’s doomed hoot that is to blame

For hearts that went all black and dark.

 

(iii)

Back to a nonexistent past

A past of void and loud emptiness

 An emptiness which soon became distant memory past

 A past which locked up the present in hateful loneliness.

 (iv)

But, those were memories under these skies and moon

 Better nights had been spent dreaming

 Of futures fruitless and already doomed

 Mocked by the moon and stars with a knowing grin.

 (v)

Tonight, I killed the moon

 And left the stars to pity and mourn

 The black bloody burden I carry around in my heart

 As I turned my back against them and walked into the crying night.

 

Merci

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Comments 5

  1. shughar says:
    9 years ago

    Y did u kill the moon?

    Reply
  2. shaiontheprowl says:
    9 years ago

    @Shughar 🙁

    Reply
  3. Thatyellowsisi says:
    9 years ago

    Murderer! Lovely lovely penmanship.

    Reply
  4. shaiontheprowl says:
    9 years ago

    @Gigi VaVa(without the Voom – that belongs to my guy) Thanks. Uhmmmm, I am sure you are not going to call the Poooooooooolice?!!!

    Reply
  5. salami asiat idowu says:
    9 years ago

    Hope killing the moon would make the dreams come true. Nice one there.

    Reply

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