Poetry: And You and Me and the Moon


And you,
The fist of Polaris,
A great, blazing star,
In alignment to my axis
Of rotation, from me,
You look so far.

And me,
A martyr marked for death,
A poorly written story,
Refusing to renounce breath
For anything less
Than glory.

I am an eager witness for your soul,
When you’ll pass towards me the bowl,
Such sacrifice for divinest,
Much madness at its finest,

But the inevitable drew near,
And paralysis struck fear,
So we sought like birds to quell
All manners and gestures of farewell,

And we make a fuss
In sight of such
A modest moon
Night catches us,
Get well soon.

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