Don’t overlook me
or underestimate my power –
I rock in the darkness of night
on a misty bower.
The clouds troll my words
and carry my message on air –
slashing the canvas of space with
a shadowy tear.
veiled in many disguises –
but some seek only the darkling
I glow beyond time
like an ancient wayward daughter
birthed of the moon – You can simply
call me an author.
(Photo: Public Domain)
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