Wedding Night (2nd Revision - final?)
Beware the night when full moon fades
behind a veil of darkened cloud
which shields the ominous cocoon
with gleaming star-shaped daggered shroud.
Watch out when shafts of light rip skies
to strike upon a sleeping shore.
As one by one the moonbeams crash
they slowly waken earthen core.
Take heed and flee from irate fiend
who climbs, in anger, up through earth
to spew his furied flames of hell;
a heinous mountain giving birth.
Be cautious in the wake of flares
of searing ash and molten rock
as Earth’s deep core rises to meet
his bride, the moon, in grim wedlock.
And there they dance, in heavens high;
the toxic twirls of smoke encase
the golden globe of doom as she
surrenders to her groom’s embrace.
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Wedding Night (Revision)
Beware the night when full moon fades
behind a screen of darkened cloud
which shields the ominous cocoon
with gleaming star-shaped daggered shroud.
Watch out when shafts of light rip skies
to strike upon a sleeping shore.
As one by one the moonbeams crash
they slowly waken earthen core.
Take heed and flee from irate fiend
who climbs, in anger, up through earth
to spew his furied flames of hell;
a heinous mountain giving birth.
Be cautious in the wake of flares
of searing ash and molten rock
as Earth’s deep core rises to meet
his bride, the moon, in grim wedlock.
And there they dance, in heavens high;
the toxic twirls of smoke encase
a golden globe of doom, and she
surrenders to her groom’s embrace.
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Wedding Night
Beware the night when full moon fades
behind a screen of darkened cloud
which shields the ill-omened cocoon
with gleaming star-shaped daggered shroud.
Watch out when shafts of light rip skies
to strike upon a sleeping shore.
As one by one the moonbeams crash
they slowly waken earthen core.
Take heed and flee from irate fiend
who climbs, in anger, up through earth
to spew his furied flames of hell;
a heinous mountain giving birth.
Be cautious in the wake of flares
of searing ash and molten rock
as Earth’s deep core rises to meet
his bride, the moon, in grim wedlock.
And there they dance, in heavens high;
the toxic twirls of smoke encase
a golden globe of doom, and she
surrenders to her groom’s embrace.
**Saw a night-time photo of an erupting volcano with the full moon lying fairly low in the sky, peeking out behind a cloud, and it almost looked as though the rising ashes from the volcano was twirling around the moon, inspiring this poem**