Sunday, 17 November 2013

A Mediocre Plea

A Mediocre Plea


A diseased moon. A patchy moon.
Dark spots all around her face. Spotty clouds around her,
Diseased spots like, they appear.
Slowly they start covering her 
Pale white face.
Slowly do they hide her and take her into shadow.
Suddenly, her aura is the only thing giving light.
Her face does not exist.

What if it's not a disease?
What if it's an engagement?
King ilekosh, is that you?
Oh! No, you possessive king,
Do not take her away from us.
Her light's all that lights our path.
Without her, all is dark.
Be generous, bold king and 
Show her partly.
That light would suffice, aptly

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