Cold Moon
The cold moon watchs all.
Every breath, every life, watches the cold moon as it watches them.
The cold moon watches as a girl travels through the green woods, trees swaying like the tide in the sea.
The cold moon watches as a boat of pirates sails across the seven seas, filled with gold, destined to sink and never be found.
The cold moon watches as a girl recibes her first kiss, and, beaming, walks home only to be killed by an idiot with a gun.
But all of these are bad things.
The cold moon has also watched over every good thing, every birthday, every wedding. But, unlike the warm sun, the cold moon works hard to remember the endings.
Every last breath, faint beating of a heart, soft word that flows past dying lips. Beause, unlike every birthday, every wedding, every happy moment, the cold moon remembers the ending, beacause no ending is ever the same.
Originally written on December Twenty-Third, 2011 at 3:19am
~Ash
I just realized that people are going to think that all my writing is kind of morbid because of this . . .
ReplyDeleteNo one think that! Please!
Now I need to post something else to even the scales. . .
♥ ~Ash