Poets : Spencer_Paton / MoonshineNoire

Theme : Under the Moonlight

Frigid Smile

It was then that I realized,

That great mirror in the sky,

That face is of one reflected,

Of a date-night sunshine,

Beaming frigidly, through a shadow of the nigh,

Casting a left eye over the forsaken,

It is a stolen sight,

A joy without knowledge of those rays,

And now I look upon that face,

And growl with infinite distaste,

That hauntingly taunting,

Beaming argentous muse-face.