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