When The Moon Is High

Poem about life under the high moon

                                                              WHEN THE MOON IS HIGH

 



When the moon is high

Shimmery and lonesome

Selene looks down on the earth

With unforgiving sadness

While the stars thump to the staccato beat

Of a tune to which nobody dances

As they drift along in a pool

Of ebony shadows

A breeze will sweep in from off the mountains

With icy fingers that chill the air

You feel the presence

Of the reaper, grim and proper

In his pursuit as the gatherer of souls

Souls, that were once the vessels

Of dreams and desires

Souls, magical and mystical

The intrinsic essence of being

That unites the human spirit

Souls, sought by pious magistrates

Performing the charade of salvation

Souls, that pay the price of living

Guided by this black heart shepherd

To the boatman, Charon

Often on a night like this

When the moon is high

Shimmery and lonesome

One's thoughts turn to mortality.





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