Monday, March 14, 2011
The Bandits of the Moon and the Rogues of the Noon
skulked through hueless, muted lagoons.
Came face to face, neck deep in the gloom
at the gateway of the realms of the Noon and the Moon.
The chief of the Day Folk bellowed at the Moon
'Keep away your nights, it's the darkness we rue.'
The captain of the Dark whispered to the Noon
'Insight comes at midnight, the Sun is untrue.'
The two heads rose as they spoke of their doom
and flowing from their throats, their blood streams bloomed.
The bloods crossed the gateway, no longer entombed
and swirled with their twin lights, in purple and blue.
Posted by WT at 2:23 AM