moon fire

becalmed
amongst a sea of starlight,
expectant souls whisper
and wonder
at Her stolen glory,
as she casts cold comfort upon
the hopeful and weary.

and here,
where dreams seek
succour from the dreamer,
and magic
bows low
to the profanity of the night,
i kneel
and burn
in her cool indifference.

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Originally published at http://thedeprevation.com on May 24, 2024