O moon, why are you vain tonight? inflated with yourself so bright walking the forest meadow lit by your luminescent grin Makes the trees to cast about like giants stumble when they doubt from shadowed horrors thin and stout the fiddlers make a din Now see a chanted castle grand upon the misted hilltop stand it’s stretching out the ghostly hand that tempts me to come in The vision dimmed, the nightshades grew moon's swollen face turned black and blue eclipsed the glare, so lost my view the drawbridge sealed within Groped along the stone-toothed road now dark as muck, though once it glowed, and felt like I should've slowed to wait for it again.
Walking the Amish Buggy Path on a Lunar Eclipse
10
Mar