By a moon,
now darkly dreaming.
Bittersweet thoughts
of men who walked
and touched the face
of a god,
now abandoned.
Forfeit by greed,
in its languished orbit.
Alone,
to drift eternal
as a deity once more
David W. R. Rule
David W. R. Rule
By a moon,
now darkly dreaming.
Bittersweet thoughts
of men who walked
and touched the face
of a god,
now abandoned.
Forfeit by greed,
in its languished orbit.
Alone,
to drift eternal
as a deity once more