BENEATH THE SILVER MOON

 

The fog rolls in tonight.

Hold on to me real tight.

The moon is out to play.

The Dead are here to stay.

 

The stars twinkle and shine.

Soon you will be all mine.

Beneath the silver moon,

We’ll join as fork and spoon.

 

No one is in our way

As we frolic and play.

The moon is my witness.

I love you, my princess.

 

 

TRAPPED IN MY DARK THOUGHTS

I’m trapped in my own dark thoughts,
forever roaming beneath the twinkling stars.
I can see an open door in the distance,
offering possibilities beyond the here and now.
I want to escape from this dreary existence
to sample the tastes of the wide and...

 

I’m trapped in my own dark thoughts,

forever roaming beneath the twinkling stars.

I can see an open door in the distance,

offering possibilities beyond the here and now.

I want to escape from this dreary existence

to sample the tastes of the wide and far.

 

WELCOME THE NIGHT

WELCOME THE NIGHT

Welcome the night
And its friend, the moon.
Don’t take flight
From the man in the moon.

Let the moon take over
From the sun’s bright reign.
Let the sun take cover
Without hesitation or pain.

A thick blanket will fall,
Covering the earth with security.
Darkness will cover all
With its grace and purity.

The stars will twinkle and shine.
For the sun, do not pine.
It will be back tomorrow morning
So no need for any worrying.

A DOOR TO THE UNKNOWN

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A DOOR TO THE UNKNOWN

A door sits in Oasis, Florida.

It waits to be opened.

Step over its threshold.

You may step into a dream

of floating stars and planets;

Or into your worst nightmare

of demons and the undead.

Be careful where you step.

Be careful what you wish for.

THE DEAD GAME

THE MOON’S TURN

 

The sun sets in fire,

Leaving for the day.

Hiding its bright face,

Refusing to stay.

It is the moon’s turn

To bring night to day.

Its white face a grin

As it wants to play.

Stars twinkle and glow

To brighten the sky.

The moon moves away,

Climbing way up high.

THE COVER OF NIGHT

 

 

THE COVER OF NIGHT

Night is settling in.

Shadows cover the small town.

A town preparing for the evening.

The sun hides its face.

The moon turns in glee.

Time for it to shine.

Time for it to be king.

Time for the stars to twinkle.

For the stars to serve him.

The town turns darker.

The winds become colder.

The soft snow begins to freeze.

Ice hangs from the trees.

Frost covers the windows.

All are inside.

All are safe and warm.

From the moon’s games.

Or so they think.

The moon’s fun

has just begun.

Who will be at its mercy?

Who will be left out in the cold?

Don’t let it be you.

THE NIGHT

quietmoodygirlbenjoyment: Last night’s Supermoon.

 

The night is here.

The moon creeps 

through a thick maze of clouds.

The stars sparkle

in the dark blanket of sky.

Welcome the dark shadows.

The night walkers.

The dreamers.

The ghosts of past years.

Those who walk the earth

in the dead of night.

Welcome the night creatures.

All who are brave enough

to face the night.

For the night is here to stay.

A PERFECT NIGHT

 

A perfect night for a walk.

The moon is shining.

The stars are twinkling.

The graveyard is dark.

A mist weaves

through the graves.

A cold wind whips past me.

What’s happening?

Figures stand up.

Rising from the graves.

Time to end my walk.

They’ve surrounded me.

How did they move so fast?

They are transparent.

A dark figure stands

behind them.

A figure that isn’t transparent.

With a knife in his hand.

Time to run.

Too late.

A not so perfect night.

BUT A DOT

 

BUT A DOT

We are but a dot.

A spot on earth’s surface.

Our importance over-exagerrated.

Our size magnified over time.

Take a step back.

Measure our scope and reach.

Compared to the universe.

Compared to the planets and stars.

Compared to the sun.

Understand your importance.

Understand your insignificance,

In the scheme of life.

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