The Dark Side of the Moonchild

She reflects gentle pearl colored light,
Illuminating my shadowy path through
A dark wilderness of isolation
I can see her; she is there
But way out of reach
The blood in my veins
Ebbs and Flows like a tide
Turned by the waxing
And waning of her smile
She is my moonchild
Beautiful, powerful
And very fragile

Luna, goddess of night,
Weaver of magic dreams,
And caster of enchanting spells
When her jack-o’-lantern light is full
I am restless; there is a tidal wave in my heart
And a battle raging in my brain
I can feel her heat
And she incites me to insanity
“I like crazy,” she whispers

My greedy neurotic eyes become psychotic
As I tear at my own flesh for wanting
Pull at my hair for needing
Run full speed into the dark maze of
Lost and forgotten souls
Until I drop…
Only to
Stop
The endless
Screams of banshees
Lurking in the recesses of my soul

When she is crescent
Her dark side is midnight blue
I am the court jester
I am her fool
Juggling, stumbling
Performing tricks
She is my sad queen
Trapped in the majesty
Of her own imagination

I wish I were her knight,
Come to offer her the key to my heart;
The key to freedom.
But alas, I am only a fool,
Tripping over his own words,
Fumbling for the right tone,
Hoping to see her smile again,
Showering me in mother of pearl raindrops
And bathing me in the light of her celestial beauty
I pray that it never be eclipsed


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