Poem - The Moon
the moon interests me most of all, you can see it day and night. with the shape of a ball, it has me in its might.
Poem: Moon's Prayer
Beautiful moon in the starless sky With darkness all around Lonely moon floating by When earth has no sound All will dream when you are out And know you give them light When there are monsters, fear and doubt Your love will be most...
wolf bless
a dark night showen away by the blessed moon light.in it rays a white wolf perfect in every way. from it muzzle erupts a soung of life. light but strong a howl of heavens delight. traveling throgh the mountain way for all to be sothed by it grace. the...
Moon Tide: Chapter 3
Within three days, Jo-Ann was back at home, serving her month long grounding sentence: she wasn't allowed out of the house after 9 pm, at all. But it wasn't so bad, she thought. Plenty of time to read, one of her favorite hobbies. The library had...
The Sun and The Moon
There is happiness that morning is, where the sun and the moon come and go. in the eye of man, for we are many, both are at opposite ends of the globe. in a continuous game of "who is following who?".
Fennec Moon
Fennec Moon by Rocketroo An arid Zephyr breeze dances on a dune Tail twitches and nose itches in the dust Night crest in a desert life Fennec Moon Rising Bright eyes gleam in the dark Airs ripe with scent mark Blood pumps in ruby...
send me home
White is the moon. in a sea of black. dark is its hue. stone as pale as light. light as dark as night. we all hail the moon. blood as red as crimson. falls from the sky. to fill a dead mans cup. we're all born to die.
Moon Glow in December
the moon floats alone in pyrrhic victory.
Badger on a Moon (Ferret and Badger part 2) (Otherwise Untitled)
#19 of short stories a badger performs maintenance on the moon. heavy emphasis on description of sound. ~ crunch. ~ crunch.
The Moon Didn't Lie (Otherwise Untitled)
The dragon clutched his arms tightly to his chest as he leaned forward to peer out into the glow of the moon and patiently wait to stop shivering.
cold dark moon
I sit in a dark most say i don't need the cold bites at me with a bitter sweet sting rarely do i glimpse light and rarer still dose it chose to stay in my light the moon brings small comfort of times gone by and feelings once shared and now tears to shed
The Raccoon in the Moon
I'll gladly make room, up here on the moon.