THE STALKER
 
To stalk a vestal Moon
it takes a night dim cape,
a Zorro's pitch dark mask
and a double edged sword
deeped into leathered
elaborated scabbard,
- werefrom protrudes studded
on gems, silvery hilt -
thus a bend in the firmament
to waylay the astral Belle.

But the clouds upon me
hid her all the night long
till jealous rosy dawn
shut the doubtful sight
for the Moon to go away
unscathed, as I
was left alone, alone
defeated by sharp light
from a vengeful sun!

By g.riveros

© 2008 g.riveros (All rights reserved)

 

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