Beneath A Pallid Moon||origional poetry

Muted evidence proclaimed the subtle oddities of night

Lunar time should have reached the zenith of its height

No chirping crickets were heard, nor angry feline brawls

Lacking was the rhythmic chanting of nocturnal owl calls

No lengthened shadows grew where they should be cast

The moon, in her pale depression, had only risen half mast

Strange and sullen manner, for summer's interlude to end

As though it were lamenting the loss of a beloved friend

Not just physical in nature, but with heartfelt mortal pain

Darkened was the dead of night for one whose love was slain

In grief there would be no consolation, no hope of happiness

But there remains a hunger for love, an appetite so ravenous

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Poem written by:@shahidkha
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