Thursday, November 15, 2007

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I warped the moon while I waited
A thousand beady eyes stared
I went on twisting her sinews
Till her voice was impaired
She croaked like the midsummer crone
I broke the vision of the moon
She struck in hysterics of ire
I burnt her in cold, cold fire
And then you opened the door
The moon was beautiful as before.

2 comments:

Noisy Autist said...

wonderful.

misa said...

@ you
thanks.
btw,luck's still rotten with the other images.