Poem - The Moon
The moon interests me most of all, you can see it day and night. with the shape of a ball, it has me in its might.
wolf bless
#2 of fox comment please a dark night showen away by the blessed moon light.in it rays a white wolf perfect in every way. from it muzzle erupts a soung of life. light but strong a howl of heavens delight. traveling throgh the mountain way for all to be sothed
Poem: Moon's Prayer
Beautiful moon in the starless sky with darkness all around lonely moon floating by when earth has no sound all will dream when you are out and know you give them light when there are monsters, fear and doubt your love will be most bright
Moonlit Riverbank
His naked body resting on the riverbank, he relaxed, staring at the moon once again. before aethulwulf realized it he was beginning to close his eyes, dozing off to sleep.
Moon Tide: Chapter 3
The sky began to clear when they were half way home, the clouds parting and revealing the month's full moon...
The Sun and The Moon
There is happiness that morning is, where the sun and the moon come and go. in the eye of man, for we are many, both are at opposite ends of the globe. in a continuous game of "who is following who?".
Fennec Moon
A quick free form poem in celebration of nature and the playfulness of the fennec fox fennec moon by rocketroo an arid zephyr breeze dances on a dune tail twitches and nose itches in the dust night crest in a desert life fennec moon rising
send me home
White is the moon. in a sea of black. dark is its hue. stone as pale as light. light as dark as night. we all hail the moon. blood as red as crimson. falls from the sky. to fill a dead mans cup. we're all born to die.
Moon Glow in December
The moon floats alone in pyrrhic victory.
The Decomposition of the Moon
The intangible darkness that is my heart you reach into it, and it fills the gaps between your fingers consuming your beautiful, slender arm far away in the distance, the decaying dreams spiral before the blurred moon that is simply decomposing my existence
Moondust
A chest full of medals, and three damn wings full of kill marks, and you get a nice, cushy job running rovers on the moon.
Badger on a Moon (Ferret and Badger part 2) (Otherwise Untitled)
moon gravity wasn't so much a danger these days, as much an annoyance.