Under the Full Moon

Yes, another late night musing.

The pale blue haze of the air,

Seems to hang on the words,

Of every childhood fairytale,

We were ever told.

Tucked up in bed at night,

We were innocents,

We thought the world a haven,

Our imaginations ran wild.

But as we grow older,

The world becomes dull,

The magic has faded,

Our last spell has been cast.

But under the light,

Of the pale full moon,

That magic still remains,

In the pale blue haze,

Of the air...

The End

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