…Alpha (y) U.R.D.M [You are the moon]…

Blanket  cover  &  clouded  shifts

The  Moonlight  Casts  my  mind  adrift

She  worries  not  the  tone  of  bells

Forever  my  lady – in – waiting

Minutes  lapse,  &  seconds  fade

Her  war – paint  cracked  &  weathered

Not  one  to  call  a  spade  a  spade

Until  Her  grasp  is  severed

As it happens…

I’ve  come  to  find  myself  wondering

Little  else  but  for  the  distractions

Of  an  ever – shifting  ring

Pale  beauty, dutiful  and  lost

The  sun  shall  rise,  but  what  of  the  cost?

xo

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