This is a backwards poem about the moon, hope you like it. Please review. |
The sun shining bright in the day Brings light and warmth To the people's heart. The sun is what keeps The spirit, and soul alive It won't be long Hours, Minutes The clock ticks on The Sun can no longer hold It must sleep The night casts its shadows Hope is lost Everyone hides away The moon takes her place She is seen as a promise To the oncoming day The good Luna They call her She will cast our troubles away The people were mistaken Not good Luna, Not promising Luna The great Anul Is her name The great, the terrible She deceives the people With her beauty She blinds them all From truth, from lies They no not anymore From tricks and lies She takes Takes all that they own Takes all that she can Right down to the very last drop of blood To keep her high in her thrown Among stars, among heavens She sits and she rules With a terrible hand Thought to be good She rules and governs What's this? From beyond the mountains Rays of light shine From beyond the mountains The sun begins its rise Anul cowers, and hides From the mighty and bright The sky is blue again, Anul is none The people live in peace The sun has defeated the moon Once again But beware, for Anul will always be back For her revenge. |