Gaurdian Of The Earth

By Jerusha Lindsey N

The moon must be tired being in poems.

She is scribed by every artist beautifully portrayed.

There are nights when the wolves are quiet and only the moon howls whilst no one hears her.

We, from earth see just the dark patches of craters.

While she embraces the hollow depths within her.

That slender sliver behind those dark clouds.

She, The Angel of Evil tidings.

By Jerusha Lindsey N