A collection of poetry, stories & artwork by Mary Grace Dembeck. All work on blog is copyrighted.
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
But Sirius, who owns this right,
the Moon belongs to Night,
Will not be stilled. He whispers "Thief!"
She turns, in shame, to hide her grief.
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