Beneath the veil of night,
the moon's eerie glow takes flight.
Its luminance, a haunting sight,
casts shadows that evoke fright.
A siren's call, it beckons you close,
an enchanting pull, a dangerous dose.
Its dark side cloaked in mystery,
luring you in with a false victory.
Beneath the cloak of silver beams,
lies a world of shattered dreams.
The moon, a mistress so fickle,
will leave you lost in a deadly pickle.
Its waning light, a taunting tease,
its waxing shine, a warning breeze.
For in the depths of the lunar gaze,
a twisted truth is all ablaze.
Beware the moon's enchanting call,
its dark power will enthrall.
For in its light, shadows prevail,
a haunting tale that will assail.
So heed my warning, do not be lured,
by the moon's hypnotic allure.
For in its grip, your fate is sealed,
a twisted ending that's revealed.
- Author: Archdoom ( Offline)
- Published: February 28th, 2023 05:54
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 15
Comments1
In the day of the new moon it shall be opened.
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