The Falling Moons

Twin orbs twirl in the dyed black sky

Dance tight, clasped in each other’s pull.

No matter how they try to say goodbye,

The heart heat of their embrace holds full.

Spun about as though the music oft’ stars

Draws them eyes locked bright, slowly, softly, down.

So softly sings the stars, no thought of scars

Thus illusioned danger drowns.

As rising claws of sunlight tear,

Cursed,vivid streaks across their shimmer.

Plunged the pair falter in their fare

Brilliant radiance reduced, dimmer.

Glinting venomous purpose, sun’s

Sharp gilded light carves out mine eye.

Sounds glisten thick and rich blood runs.

So lays down the dance, as twin pupils die.