The sound of shattering moonlit night,

A piercing cry that breaks the silence,

Forcing the soul to look up and take flight,

To witness the ghost moon’s eerie brilliance.

Behind leaf barren branches it floats,

A purposeful presence in the midnight air,

A haunting sight that chills the throat,

Leaving one breathless in despair.

The howl of wind and rustling leaves,

Echoes in the hollows of the mind,

A sensation that never truly leaves,

For it lingers long after one has resigned.

So let us heed the call of the night,

And seek the mysteries that it hides,

For in the darkness, there is a fright,

But also a beauty that forever abides.


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