Moon and Faith

Moon and Faith

Great the cloud masks the faith

To hear the moon call her wraith

Crashing down within the sound

Of a dying man once with crown

Who dare to come, harks the moon

With glare and gleam and lustful swoon

The mercy begotten of her light
Murky the eyes of man’s poor sight

Yet faith harkens whoa!

To where do you go?

Crawling, creeping, sleeping on dirt and grime

Without mask or task or plight or rhyme?

And the two voices they speak

Of the slinking undying weak

And the man grips his head

With the force of it’s dread

My mind will collapse!

Lightning screams with a pass

The man flees from the two

One whispers lies like a slough

And the moon and the faith

They wrought their last taste

Yet the man he is gone

For lost peace he will long

~J.J. Bianco