Moon

Moon

A Poem by kris

Come here my moon, hear my croon,
shine over and come lower.
Night and day i loiter across your dwell;
For i curse the god , could never glimpse you well.

No sun could sear me to ash,
No brute winter could freeze my flesh
Just your grin would wash my hate and pen my fate.


Look through my eyes into the abyss of my soul.
Full of veins and rains fo pain that howl.


Come hither, hold my hand and heal my withered wings.
My heart is just sand, thee please hear its feared sings.

© 2012 kris


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