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Walking with the Moon


Surrounded by darkness, there stood a man; Owen Face to the sky, wondering why, oh yet again For as he gazed toward heaven There manifested, by his side, a brightness Formed in beauty, she was ageless Bosom length; the jet black hair of a princess; And a tight white dress Clings to her curves, clearly of noblesse Enveloped in a vibrant aura, a light in the night The perfect embodiment of a confident woman; she was the moonlight Often when lost, Owen looked to her for guidance Comforted by her simple presence Worries and confusions, good riddance When walking along the paths at night, he often would need her To light the way after a blunder For even the darkest path, she made infinitely brighter Full of terrors and horrors is the eventide But to the moon, Owen could tell his fears, and protection she'd provide By the moon's glow, around him forms the armor of a knight, Full plates and mail, will protect him from any fright With a sword in hand, he fights back his anxieties And as they fall before him, he lightens the weight he carries Hunched, overwhelmed by life's burdens She takes his hand in hers, and his legs and back she straightens He pushes on, one step at a time, over and over like the times before Monotony; an unwelcomed companion on their way to explore The means to an end, of the never ending war And as the night progresses, and by the moon's light, Owen seeks the path To escape monotony and his wrath Upon finding the path, Owen continues on, Into the night, monotony be gone And quickly entering into predawn The darkness, waxing, waning, much like the moon herself will Sun soon rising, like a bright daffodil And Owen's journey; changes from uphill to downhill And there burns a fire, in the distant gaze A woman, of love and desire, ablaze The moon, she says go, it is time to leave the darkness of the night Smile now dear Owen, for it is time to enter into day's light Thus the darkness' terrors and monotony have been vanquished And a new journey shall begin; as the nightly walk with the moon has finished.
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