Under the pale moon

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Under the pale moon, magic erupted,
legends spoke of new life.
Sorcery and trickery reigned
from this cold and dark strife.

Shakespear's immortal story,
fell under the pale moon's radiance.
A myth of generations once told,
love story of endless essence.

Heroes shed blood, tears and sweat,
in the dimmed sky with a lone light.
that came from the pale moon,
losing and winning battles delight.

A father's eternal promise to his son,
that he shall return from a bitter war.
Returned lifeless - a ghost of heart,
pale moon witnessed memoir,

Sacrifice to pagan gods of the pale moon,
for harvest, fertility, and for wealth untold.
Only sorrows were earned - loss of souls,
repentance from darkness that unfolded.

Inspired by the words of Robin of Robin's Nest, a superb poet, her "Moonwatchers" brought forth to this poem. A sort of poetry challenge to myself using the words "pale moon."

I just heard that Robin will be gone for a while, so I rushed to post this poem.

Come back soon with more poetry Robin. Take care!