Luna

(poems go here) Luna clung to the bark of the trees, When the beats of the bees and cattails ceased. Among the resting flora and fauna, Its wings kissed by the northern aurora. Its soft downy scales float with an ease, Among cherry blossom petals in the breeze. But above the canopy, the demon hovers. Summer nights chill, the forest shudders. Wind fills the linen sails, Between the bony fingers and nails. The furrowed body surfs the gale. Tongue longing for the tang of sweet innocence, The demon emitting waves of malevolence. Luna finds strength, the velvety beauty takes flight. Soaring to avoid her horrific plight. To the willow and her beckoning branches, Luna aims for the vines will all her intensions. The demon flies Luna dives The nightingale sighs