Changing Times Beneath the Dark Moon

Changing Times Beneath the Dark Moon

The dark moon hangs where old promises once glowed,

Silent above fields where yesterday still lingers,

Its pale face watches seasons lose their names,

While cold winds curl through the cracks of memory.

The world I knew stands altered in the distance,

Roads bend toward places I no longer recognize,

Voices speak louder than truth can carry,

And shadows gather where kindness once remained.

I walk beneath a sky crowded with restless stars,

Each one a witness to the turning of the years,

Their light arrives from moments long departed,

Reminding me that nothing stays unchanged.

The roses bloom in silver around forgotten paths,

Petals opening beneath the weight of darkness,

Their beauty untouched by the fear below,

Though roots cling tightly to uncertain ground.

The moon watches kingdoms rise and disappear,

Watches hearts harden against the passing storm,

Watches faces drift away like mist at dawn,

Leaving only echoes in abandoned rooms.

There was a time when certainty felt solid,

When tomorrow carried a familiar shape,

Now every hour seems carved from shifting stone,

And every answer hides another question.

The dark moon knows what many fear to speak,

That change arrives without asking permission,

It knocks down walls built over countless years,

And scatters comfort across the night like dust.

Yet still I lift my voice into the darkness,

Though the world beneath me trembles and transforms,

For even in frightening times of endless change,

The heart remembers how to endure the storm.

The stars continue their ancient conversation,

The roses open despite the gathering cold,

And the moon remains above the restless earth,

A silent keeper of stories yet untold.

So I stand beneath its haunting silver glow,

Listening to the whispers carried through the night,

Knowing that every ending leaves a mark,

And every changing time reveals another fight.

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