The Wisp of the Moon
By Alek MacIneskar
The wisp of the moon lay nigh
The man was weak, the day was bleak when the wisp of the moon lay nigh
The cattle slept as the baby wept on the day the moon lay nigh
As rain pounds and sun drowns the wisp of the moon lay nigh
For light faded while women braided on the day the moon lay nigh
Bolder and rock came to a stop
The animals lay while the children play
The moon grew near and the people fear
The doors lock up as trees start to stop
As mortals hide the dead prance in pride
The light grew dim as the dark faded in all while the moon lay nigh
The darkness enclosed the dead were exposed all while the moon was nigh
The animals bolt free as the people flee all whilst the moon is nigh
The corpses so high nurse trees which die all while the moon lay nigh
The shepherds on the hill watching sheep so still
Not a movement or flutter
Or a scratch or a mutter the animals lay still not a sound
For the people now weep on the hill so steep where once was a town so proud
The darkness spouts as the corpses fade out all while the moon is nigh
At last new born light gives death a fright all after the moon was nigh
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©Alek MacIneskar 2020