The Two Beneath the Black Moon There were two boys beneath the same pale moon— One with hair like fallen sunlight, the other with hair as dark as the hour before dawn. And between them stood a girl whose black curls fell about her shoulders like a storm cloud, soft and restless, beautiful enoug

I love to make poetry everyday some are tragic and some are as sweet as honey rather than always being a sting.

The Grave of Ophelia Upon a night of bitter rain, When moonlight drowned in windowpane, There lived a girl named Ophelia, Whose eyes were dim, whose voice was low— As though she’d learned what grief could know Before her years had fully flown. And Jude, her husband, came at night, A man who

The Letters Across the Sands In Germany, where cold winds sigh Through forests dark beneath the sky, There lived a girl whose gentle hand Would write of dreams to distant land. To Egypt’s sun, through night and day, Her letters found their lon

“The Honeyed Sting” 🐝 Beneath the moon’s pale, mournful glow, where midnight flowers softly grow, there lived a girl whose lips were sweet as honey hidden from the bee.t And I—poor fool, with heart aflame— had sworn my soul to guard her name. Let heaven thunder, let stars fall, I would not

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