Sonnet XVII – Bleeding moonlight

Sonnet XVII – Bleeding moonlight

A Poem by Adam Lebzo -RonninWarrior-

Another trip through metaphors and memories


Sad night, weeping under bleeding moonlight,

As I watched its bereaved tears from a mound,

Then I followed its voice through that night,

Beautiful as black sky, but aught I found.


The voice misled me to a dark forest

But I followed its stardust to a space

Bereft of leaves or trees, just toxic mist

Where a figure stood while I tried to trace


Then a power sucked me straight to the sky

Up and amid the shimmering star light

And to a far, cerise star I did fly

Where my lover’s soul resides and alights


Where her tomb rests, and our memories too

That star where the bleeding moonlight is blue 

© 2013 Adam Lebzo -RonninWarrior-

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this one is very sentimental and beautiful
great 16th sonnet, go on :)

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Adam Lebzo -RonninWarrior-

8 Years Ago

thank you, Dalia


8 Years Ago

yes 17, am sorry

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Added on February 3, 2013
Last Updated on February 3, 2013
Tags: moon, luna, moonlight, stardust, voice, forest, mist, toxic, nostalgia, love, tomb


Adam Lebzo -RonninWarrior-
Adam Lebzo -RonninWarrior-

Amman, Middle East, Jordan

"A poet from the dark realm, from the world of Gothic hymns" Please visit my website Name: Adam lebzo Age: 21 Hobbies: 1 Ninjutsu, Kung fu shaolin, Ji.. more..