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The Moonlit Rift

The cobalt night will never end.
No cunning foe, no loving friend
Accompanies the lonely Prince
Through raging desert winds.

He wanders forth. He’ll never die—
His future Kingdom is the sky,
Its soaring stars and pallid light.
But isn’t it a blight

That Fate has given him the chance
To know his future in advance?
He’ll rule the dazzling cosmic shore
Alone—forevermore.

No easy death, no weary life,
No joyous peace, no useless strife
Await the Prince. His only gift —
The barren moonlit rift.

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Ah, the beauty of all things morbid. This war written in response to Jane Dougherty’s Poetry Challenge 40. I had fun, as always=)

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