Friday, January 4, 2013

The Gypsy Moon

The Gypsy Moon, who begs her Light,
Knows all about the Haunts of Night,
Beggared by her paupery,
She steals the Sun's gold solvency
Pawns it for a silvered mien
And thus pretends a Regent's reign.

But Sirius, who claims this right,
Who knows the Moon belongs to Night,
Will not be stilled ... he whispers "Thief!" -
She turns, in shame, to hide her grief.


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