The moons mercy

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The moons mercy

Quiet voices call out from within,
Tears stained black as blood fall from unseeing eyes.
The night holds me in her soft gaze and lays me down to sleep,
But there is no sleep,
Only dreams of things forgotten,
things forsaken.

A pale moon kisses the sky and fades away,
Leaving me alone in the night.
I beg the stars for answers,
Where has my love gone?
Silence is there only answer.

I hold you once more,
beneath a moon the lurid color of blood stained wine.
I wipe the tears from a cheek i once kissed,
and breath in the fragrince of jasmine blossomed in night.

Slowly I fall to my knees,
Clinging to a dream I know is no more.
I still feel your soft skin beneath my fingers,
I still look up into your soft eyes.

I know now and forever,
This is but a comfort the night offers her child,
A illusion crafted for my broken hopes and shattered heart,
But I can not let you go.

The heavens weep around us as you sing to me,
The world its self hides out of respect for such a voice.
Alas the cruel sun has no respect for dead loves,
Or songs sung in the night.

Alone once more I watch you fade away in the rising suns light,
I cry out ,
But not even the moon can grant her mercy to me now.
So alone I wait hiding within my self ,
for the sun to set and the moons mercy once more,
To give me back the dreams I have lost,
And love I can not forsake

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sammia commented on The moons mercy

10-08-2010

Mind blowing Troy. This moved my heart...Great write the words flow great together...

Troy

10/08/2010

I am glad you enjoyed it sammia =)

WordSlinger commented on The moons mercy

10-06-2010

Troy this is mind blowing, the ending stanzas are extravaganzas of whoo shall I say realitites, hard core through the pore, ty WS

Troy

10/08/2010

I am glad you like it ws i think you would also like a new one i posted children of the abyss

Rhymer commented on The moons mercy

09-24-2010

Wow! Such a vivid write, I can feel the aching heart. Excellent piece 10 from me.

Troy

09/24/2010

thank you rhymer=)

Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

Troy’s Poems (17)

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The Children of the abyss 2
The moons mercy 4
Emperor of Forsaken Hopes and Forgten Dreams 2
My lovely Demon 5
Take my Hand 2
Softly Sweetly 3
Lost thoughs 1
Oh my lovely moon 3
Flowers in The Night 1
Warmth 2
Song 5
Sweet Words 2
Grey Clouds 3
A Dream 2
Shadows of the nights soul 3
End of the Fairy Tale 1
Sweet Winds 2