Harvest Void
Moon knowledge
Silver orb hangs heavy, ripe with shadowed gleam,
Veil thins, whispers rise on lunar stream.
Golden sickle gleams, a harvest of the soul,
Where shadows deepen, and secrets find their goal.
Empty womb of night, where stars dare not ignite,
The Void whispers, beckoning towards the endless night.
Within its depths, a power lies concealed,
A primal force, where destinies are revealed.
Embrace the darkness, the fertile, barren ground,
Where seeds of change in silent depths are found.
Release the chains, the shackles of the false light,
And rise reborn, in power and in might.
The Harvest Moon, a gateway to the deep,
Where shadows dance, and ancient secrets sleep.
The Void awaits, with open, hungry maw,
Consume, transform… So mote it be.
About the Creator
Jenna W.
Writing is one of my favorite forms of creative expression. I was first published at 14 and continue to enjoy storytelling and producing educational pieces as well. Thanks for your interest & taking the time to read my words!
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