Elizabeth Spaulding


Across a darkened sky
a doleful moon glides.
Cloud covered countenance,
tears flood her eyes,
in unanimity, we cry.
Silence rumbles like thunder.
Stars curtsy in pungent grief.
Constellations sigh
their melodious cries,
to no avail, they weep.
They whimper on behalf of
radiance departed.
Woefully offering console to
the broken hearted.
All celestial heads bow and speculate
how you lost your way,
and what causes this frightful delay.
None can ease this wretchedness.
Ghastly disbelief gives way to
insufferable grief.

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