Young Writers Society

As light is gone and darkness fills the sky,

The cold crisp air is black and bone dry.

The wind swirls and whirls around you.

Everything is shadowed with a cold black Hue

As you breathe heavy in the air you can see your breath.

Like little ghosts silently drifting towards death.

Just as you think darkness has filled your heart,

You look at the sky and the mist has begun to part.

Up above the now darken sea,

There’s a small glimmer of hope, the size of a pea.

The perfectly round dot,

Just a small tiny spot,

In the vast and wide sky,

Has stopped being shy.

For now he is glowing, gleaming,

I must be day dreaming.

That little dot appears to be screaming,

And the light of earth is what he’s redeeming.

For people all over the world scour

The earth for something of this power.

The power only he beholds,

For light in the sky is what he molds.

He and the sun sway together in tune,

If you haven’t guessed what he is, he is the moon.