The moon

The moon

A Poem by a_methyste
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have always found the moon. The embodiment of incantation. That silver shine! Those bewitching, Enchanting, Glitters! Always Delicate! And mysterious! Intricate in the dark forest

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have always found the moon.
The embodiment of incantation.
That silver shine!
Those bewitching,
Enchanting,
Glitters!
Always
Delicate!
And mysterious!
Intricate in the dark forest
If I ever were to ask myself:
«How it would feel to be that way?»
I guess I’ll know the answer.
I feel mesmerizingly beautiful. Astounding luminous glow.
My lovelight spreads all over the universe. I stand so proud letting my feminine wilds flow.

© 2025 a_methyste


Author's Note

a_methyste
Amethyste & Craig j. Burt (collaboration)

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This reads quite well, and the moon has had eerie supernatural connotations in different parts of the world; for many generations.

In countries such as France, England and the USA; werewolves were said to emerge at full moon. Something about that eerie shining moonlight, somehow does something; to captivate one's mind and attention.

Nicely expressed, and I liked the ending too.

Posted 2 Months Ago


a_methyste

2 Months Ago

Thank you. The moon is magical.

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