the moon falls low in crescent red
as if to mourn the stars long dead
whose souls still linger in the night
as distant spectres of their light
and as I wonder, heaven folds
this jeweled blanket ‘fore the cold
and endless empty universe
that watches down upon the cursed
mortals who ’neath it rest
the subjects of it’s celestial jest.
beautiful 🌙
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