King Moon
I can feel a dampness in the air, so smooth.
I can almost feel that moonlight stare.
The brightest light the dark defines, the moon is king of the midnight sky.
He sits up tall on his airy thrown, lighting up the darkest places ever known.
The stars beside him form his court, glitter and twinkle in his support.
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