The Moon And The Dark
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Mahica Jain, Grade 9
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Poetry
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2018
She danced in the most magnificent robes of white,
Her fair face glowing with her gentle, ethereal light,
Her beauty could shine through the darkest night
And my heart? That fool fell for her at first sight.
I was just a shadow, bathed in spite and scorn,
My meagre attempt to please was at best, forlorn,
She was of light and I was of darkness born,
They see her and smile, they see me and mourn.
The love came with a passing, a fleeting request,
But darkness never wins. Comes first and last addressed.
She was beautiful, with kindness bubbling in her chest,
And I was forgotten, a lone stranger, if to say the best.
She is so far above, she is far above my lowly bar,
But when she falls, I will catch her in my loving arms,
And in her cycle she will rise again to be the star,
She is the moon and I am her poor, loving, lonely dark.