BLACK MOON

Oh black moon, lone, in
ghostly sky
A doomed thing dripping tears
from high
Lamenting orb in mourning
dress, but
Who knows of your hearts
distress, for
Silver stars still shine a light
And come the morn a sun
shall bright, to
Guide the fun-filled into life
whilst
You shall fade, and
That is right, for
Who would seek out sorrowed
night, or
Even know a moons black
plight
A lone thing in a fading sky,
who
Weeps its tears down from
lonely high

M Price 2/1/21