Read Poem: Black Moon Poem, by Zoey The White Lioness

Straightforward to the ROOT,
THE BASE,

The ungodly shine,
Within the eye,

Purging the soul and mind,
A black moon is

Approaching with unwinding coiling frustrating timing,
Casting unidentified obscurity,

Shadow puppets laughing madly,
Nothing’s where it should be,

The moon won’t shine,
Its preoccupied,

with the clouds of wrath
polluting my mind,

Let me out let me out!,
I don’t know what to do,

In regards to myself,
And the black moon,

Let the negative energy fade,
Don’t deny that it should dissipate,

This ugly omen,
This peti sight,

Of how,
Everything flips between,

Black and white,
The more I stare into this dark eye,

I find I just can’t look away,
It’s like a werewolf, a face forming in the sky,

Looming grinning over everything,
The moon won’t shine,

Its preoccupied,
with the clouds of wrath

polluting my mind,
Let me out let me out!,

I don’t know…