So the moon was a reality
The Poet did not lie
Between the light and the dark side
There rebirthed a new life
But leap there is shady
Darkness surrounded him
Till the hour passed insanity
And the mask was torn
A False Author, but an author no less
He chose to fall back down
And enjoy the world turning
As the rest
The Poet did not lie
His fables were true
There was a hint of doubt to each one
Were the ink lines split in two
Yet happiness availed him
Looking up was all he ever knew
Until up was, in time, his home
And looking down was something new
A beautiful masterpiece
Full of each mistake
You can't replace
Perfection was the horns
And his own hatred was the devil's face
But a masterpiece none the less
Better an artist than a wannabe jest
Pawning jokes for a muse
Writing fables for the few
And little had her knew....
It was all meant for you...
Crash Landing
Because free falling sounds like an honorary reward.
And the "I" to this fable
Would rather be adorned
In chaos scorned
A happy ending doesn't always have to have a dark side...
For a Universe of happily ever after.
©palewriter
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