Thursday, December 12, 2013
The Siege of the Moon
The clouds will now cover a pale moon.
The moon, once bright and high, will be gone soon.
It will leave the sky dark again,
the darkness that permeates every corner, every lane.
The darkness embraces the trees too,
and envelopes the lakes, hiding them from view.
The rampaging clouds will gather in throngs,
coming in armies, a thousand strong.
The clouds, oh these scheming clouds!
casting a shadow, covering like a shroud.
These are wanderers in the night,
covered in shining armour, soft and white.
Adrift on a vagabond wind,
which flew over with noisy screams.
The moon lay hidden from view,
bereft of its rays, which it so gracefully threw.
© 2013 Abhijit Pandit