Post by PurplePaws on Nov 14, 2004 13:57:24 GMT -5
Soliloquy
In the Shadow of the Moon
Basking in the moonlight
As the burning Streetlamp gutters
Alone in the flickering starlight
Alone, the old cat shudders
A lovely cat is she
A docile queen-of-the-night
And yet with a menacing aura
She waits in the serene moonlight
Mellowed by the sunlight
Having lazed in the vibrant rays
Having lounged in the cheery sunshine
Through the blue and golden day
Below the Western sky
The sun has now diminished
No longer the victor of the sky
The moon has triumphed; Day is finished
Like an apparition
The moon comes out to play
Driven to lunacy by the joy
That comes with the passing of day
THe stars, too, have come out to see
The moon in all her glory
And scornfully so they wonder
Why Earthlings condone their jewel-like clarity
For a moonchild such as she?
And now Big Ben, he strikes again
To confirm it is half-past eight
As the great bells peal throughout the silence
The old queen takes her flight
For once again, as every night
The old queen takes her initiative
Her countenance twists to a malicious grin
For one must eat to live
Her heart is hard and callous
As she pads inaudibly over the land
A rebel of society
Who shies from human hand
Ah, the old sagacious fieldmouse
In whose wisdom acheives to sense
The sudden changing of the wind;
The proof of what's amiss
And, oh! the cracking of a twig
Sends the old mouse on his way
And the hint of pink clouds in the East
Hails the coming day
The old cat, too, welcomes the dawn
And slinks off quietly to her 'yard
Disgusted at another night wasted
Many more seem on the cards
But she, the moon, still smiles
And laughs, in spite of day
Though her midnight reign is over
And she has nothing more to say
She shall not be put down
She will not shed a tear
For though the stars despise her,
She knows what IS must BE
For even a moonchild such as she
In the Shadow of the Moon
Basking in the moonlight
As the burning Streetlamp gutters
Alone in the flickering starlight
Alone, the old cat shudders
A lovely cat is she
A docile queen-of-the-night
And yet with a menacing aura
She waits in the serene moonlight
Mellowed by the sunlight
Having lazed in the vibrant rays
Having lounged in the cheery sunshine
Through the blue and golden day
Below the Western sky
The sun has now diminished
No longer the victor of the sky
The moon has triumphed; Day is finished
Like an apparition
The moon comes out to play
Driven to lunacy by the joy
That comes with the passing of day
THe stars, too, have come out to see
The moon in all her glory
And scornfully so they wonder
Why Earthlings condone their jewel-like clarity
For a moonchild such as she?
And now Big Ben, he strikes again
To confirm it is half-past eight
As the great bells peal throughout the silence
The old queen takes her flight
For once again, as every night
The old queen takes her initiative
Her countenance twists to a malicious grin
For one must eat to live
Her heart is hard and callous
As she pads inaudibly over the land
A rebel of society
Who shies from human hand
Ah, the old sagacious fieldmouse
In whose wisdom acheives to sense
The sudden changing of the wind;
The proof of what's amiss
And, oh! the cracking of a twig
Sends the old mouse on his way
And the hint of pink clouds in the East
Hails the coming day
The old cat, too, welcomes the dawn
And slinks off quietly to her 'yard
Disgusted at another night wasted
Many more seem on the cards
But she, the moon, still smiles
And laughs, in spite of day
Though her midnight reign is over
And she has nothing more to say
She shall not be put down
She will not shed a tear
For though the stars despise her,
She knows what IS must BE
For even a moonchild such as she
