Plague of Night
By MonaLisa
Plague of night so blights the soul
And weighs upon the weary mind
Stars in moonless skies remind
Of boundless void that swallows whole
Sparkling, shining starlight seems
So far away and out of reach
The soul is left but to beseech
The fates to grant her fervent dreams
The faithful soul does ever sing
Her lonesome serenade reprise
Yearning for the sun to rise
And dawn's sweet light and warmth to bring
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I wrote this poem a few years ago and it still is relevant to me. I just read Drea DiMaggio's Empty Arms and she has inspired me to share some of my poems, too. Enjoy!
Lisa
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More, please?
The soul is left but to beseech
The fates to grant her fervent dreams
May our pleas be heard, dear heart. Thank you!
Dio vi benedica tutti
Con grande amore e di affetto
Andrea Lena
Love, Andrea Lena
Plague of Night
Lisa, your poem sings.
May Your Light Forever Shine
May Your Light Forever Shine