The Dark Shadow

The scarred moon

“Where are you my beloved?”  softly whispered the moon into the dark night

“Let me cast my light on your graceful limbs .Your shimmering leaves, let my eyes see”

“No… No longer”, croaked the age ol’ tree

“Death has cast on me its final glance and I’d rather be alone in my plight

No longer am I worthy of your halo

I shall but cast on you just a dark shadow”

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