Thunders clapping,
Lightning bolts flashing,
Crazed winds whirling,
Grey clouds reigning,
The whole night sky is hidden,
Veiled by the torrential rain,
This heart of mine
In silence, howling,
Though deep inside,
Incessant bleeding,
For this fateful night again,
I am refused, great shame,
A glimpse of my sweetheart,
My Queen Moon,
When will again shall I,
Behold your Silver Shoon?
©poet_drey
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