THE PALE MOON

Another poem/short story type work.

A DARK FIGURE STANDS ON THE HILLTOP

ROBE BILLOWING IN THE HIGHLAND BREEZE

THE MOON LETS OFF A BIT OF PALE LIGHT

MAN OR WOMAN NO ONE KNOWS

THE HOOD OF THEIR CLOAK HIDES THEIR FACE

SUDDENLY THE BREEZE COMES TO A STOP

A GREAT GUST IS UMMONED WITH EASE

THE HIDDEN DRAGON TAKES OFF IN FLIGHT

THE PALE MOON CONTINUOUSLY GLOWS

A ROBED FIGURE THAT STANDS WITH GRACE

THE HIDDEN DRAGON COMES TO A STOP

ABOVE THE ROBED FIGURE IN THE BILLOWING BREEZE

BOTH SEEMINGLY TAKE OFF INTO THE NIGHT

WHERE SHE STOOD, THERE STANDS A ROSE

AND THEY START THEIR NIGHTLY RACE

FROM THE HILLTOP

IN THE GUSTING HIGHLAND BREEZE

YOU CAN SEE THEM IN THE PALE MOON'S LIGHT

AND THE ROSE, TO THIS DAY, STILL GROWS

WITH THE GRACEFUL BEAUTY OF THE ANGEL'S FACE

-Holly Lynn Blackwell

-April 7, 2001

Author's Note

What do you think, story or poem?

Reviews

[Goodbye, find me at rob..]

think you should write songs! hahaha

[Ni1408]

A bit confusing!

[D.R. Wilsey Jr.]

Some of the word choice you use seems redundant.