Sonnet To The Moon

The lunar disk that paces cross the sky
White luminosity through blackness speeds
Behind the clouds of grey and darkness shies
Controlling waves she summons ocean’s needs
Celestial body gleaming rays of white
In synchronous rotation shows one face
A natural satellite that shines so bright
Ecliptic pathway circling with grace
Yet throughout time tis said that a full moon
Will influence with madness so perplexed
And warp the mind to waver out of tune
To leave each man and woman over vexed
       Still marvel at our moon less dare profane
       As lunar phases wax before they wane

Image used courtesy of BenDJ Photography © 2014

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The Full Moon

The full moon’s arising
Watch out and beware
For old stories are told
Of the werewolves out there
Dressed by lunar attire
In stealth they succumb
To the lure of the moon
That’ll leave them quite numb

In the light of the moon
Now found and sought out
Shape shifters by magic
Are beyond any doubt
Caught in aberrant dread
With shudders of fear
And mutated to wolves
As full moons do appear

As creatures of horror
They menace the night
And threaten the darkness
With savagery and fright
To entrap and ensnarl
Confuse and perplex
Invading sweet dream worlds
And their minds over vex

The full moon’s arising
Watch out and beware
For old stories are told
Of the werewolves out there
Dressed by lunar attire
In stealth they become
Grey dogs of the night time
In the full moon’s syndrome