Poem: Dawn of the Dark Moon

We cross paths rarely,

For the dark side, I dwell;

We barely commune;

Yet we comprehend so well;

The wake of your dusk!

With my minute size;

I stay aloft my abode;

Emitting my fluorescence;

As you query my essence;

I shy away swiftly!

Many mansions I watch;

With frozen tears,

Strolling down my face;

Everything thus seen,

I await the return of my sight!

Every step towards Twilight;

No where else to go but here;

Where your shadows vanish;

Your transparent soul gazed upon...

This is the Dark Side of the MOON!

By:

Beryl Ace (JGAN)