Full moon - 12.11.2019

It filled itself, more brighter still
Amid the shadows, above the hill
We used to run on, now`s just cold
The summer ended by winter's hold.

It looms above, serene and distant
Arms of mist holding an infant,
Young cosmic child of cosmos,
Reminiscent of karmic pathos.

Innocent and pure she's been
Until the rape stole all her will
For moral duty, and a monster
Has been born again, an impostor
Instead of this pretty shell you wonder
At, and fail to see the slaughter
Left behind, a trail of tears
Blood, pain, and fears
Instead of hope and joy,
Were only doubts instead of toys.

But now she's older, more mature
Counting the nights, searching a cure
To heal the wounds still festering
Throughout the years with lettering
On papers, in mind, in the wind thrown out,
Sometimes swallowed by the sea, she shouts
But nobody listens, only the mouths
That know the serpent tongue will steal
An arm and a leg, but the wheel
Will turn again endlessly,
So now she`ll retreat selflessly
To sleep once more peacefully,
To nothingness returned,
The flames inside had burned.