Thursday, July 25, 2013

Enough nonsense ... let's get Sirius!

The Gypsy Moon, who begs her Light,
Knows all about the Haunts of Night;
Terrored by her bankruptcy,
She steals the Sun's gold solvency,
Pawns it for a silvered mien
And so begins her Regents Reign.
But Sirius, who owns 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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