Space is full of mysteries,
Some will never be solved.
People do have their theories,
About how the planet evolved.
Is there anything out there?
A civilization we don't know?
If there is one; where?
Have they been here long ago?
The moon...
Moon, Poem, Poetry, Space, the moon
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...
Moon, Poem
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 by it grace. the...
Moon, Wolf
He was about two hours into his travels. AethulWulf was deciding whether or not to stop and rest for a moment and eat. Maybe rest for the night. Dawn was approaching soon. Lighting a fire at night would only attract predators. So, seeing a small river...
AethulWulf, Magic, Male, Moon, Wolf, moon light, river bank, runes
Within three days, Jo-Ann was back at home, serving her month long grounding sentence: she wasn't allowed out of the house after 9 pm, at all. But it wasn't so bad, she thought. Plenty of time to read, one of her favorite hobbies. The library had...
Female, Moon Tide, Night, Werewolf, full moon, late, movie, walking
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?".
They race around the world saying "who are...
Moon, people, sun
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
Bright eyes gleam in the dark
Airs ripe with scent mark
Blood pumps in ruby...
Fennec, Moon, Poem
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.
Dark, Moon, Poetry
There floats the moon, caged
In pearly light, imprisoned
By modern glows, alone
Without the stars.
A cold wind sighs sadly
For a sea of drowned fires
And feels even colder for it.
An owl's call is an elegy.
A distant car horn is a mockery.
The...
Moon, Night, Poetry
~ Crunch.
~ Crunch.
~ The soil crunched softly beneath the badger's boots, as she cautiously wobbled her way back towards the crawler. Moon gravity wasn't so much a danger these days, as much an annoyance. If she fell over, it would be tens of...
Badger, Moon, Sci-Fi
~ The cold wind filled the calm night with a mixture of rustling leaves and swaying branches as the groans of the car's engine settling into the ambient temperatures dwindled to faint creaks. The dragon clutched his arms tightly to his chest as he...
Car, Dragon, Moon, Suicide
i sit in a dark most say i don't need the cold bites at me with a bitter sweet sting rarely do i glimpse light and rarer still dose it chose to stay in my light the moon brings small comfort of times gone by and feelings once shared and now tears to...
Bittersweet, Love, Moon, cold