Moons of Woe

Thou art greater then thy bitter spring;
Thy forth coming dost dance in thy ring.
Methinks night bequeathed  love to thou heart.
Look to like in seeking thee to start.
How'd you woo thee?
Two moons doest thou see.
Befallen sick; remember not thou'st love?
Shoot thee again cupid but with bows above.
Swear thine maiden to thee breeze.
Out of the ashes of your last lest of long seize.
Two moons; of only one came to favour.
What say you, to thine own self savour?
Which sun of nighttime did minds eye pick?
Wait the gestures of pure love's predict.
Thine soul dreams of quests deceit.
Speak or thou shall death meet.
Yesteryear leaveth with stars in thine eyes.
Ranting doest I hear in wooden lies.
Chance by luck or dost thy lust see?
Art thee in romance mystery?
Moon, dance show thine true self!
Poison sniff out one of disrespect enchanted elf!
Thine second is mine first;
Taste love not by roots cursed--
Moon, sing show thine self true!
Shone doth skin fades to blue!
Neither, nor should thy pick for desire.
Like to look in brides water'd fire.
Out of thine ashes would thou seest?
Cursed is blessed when thy dost protest.
Left to leaving if leaving came too;
Methinks, mind's eye holds thy clue.
Two moons doest thee love;
Not or disfigured hearts to shove.
Bequeathed, but not for mine own sake.
Past stays thrown out in a mistake
Innocence didst thy bestow?
Be gone! Away stayth moons of woe.


April 12, 2009