OUT OF THE SCRIPT
Moon
she used
to stalk us
now
stealing away from us
killing all our
mysteries, closing
every dream
ending
her whole romance with
our tempestuous planet
Selene, Luna, Diana,
special card of
the priestess
and of your self
someone I fear
out there
an issue with us
bone
to pick with us
writing every beloved
Moon maiden and
lunar goddess
right of spite
right out of the script
poems 2 die for 