Menolyrical; Final Friday Fiction

En Garde! 

If e'er there were a beauty rare,

It would be the moonlit air

Of a Hallows e'en and a bulbous face,

Full in it's silvered space.

If oft'n I've thought'n about a coffin

T'was 'neath the whiten moon-grin:

Tho' ne'er of endings, neither life's close brink,

Nor sadness did I think.

If all was seen with a silver sheen,

Glistened in that lunar beam,

Then all would be peace and silence grow loud

No more maddening crowd.

If Luna's shiny bind-ery

Did other things unwind-ery,

We could wipe the glass and see then clearly

Danger which came nearly.

If you could hear all in my ear -

Voices of warning and fear -

you'd surely spin and look at me crazy,

Staring, like all's hazy!

If'n you're thinkin' that I've bin drinkin'

Point to the moon a-blinkin'.

Watch it close - feel it's heart-stringed pull;

Now say "resist", you fool!

  

 `  ©Yamini Ali MacLean 2013

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