Arises, floats, driven
Across dark heavens
Dances among the stars
Hides behind gray cloud afar
Its spherical face
So fair yet so pale
So dreamy yet evil
So warm yet cool
Supreme yet meek
But loved and feared
It glows without radiance
Over shadow of hill’s ambiance
Its marvelous facet lethal
Garlanded by airborne immortals
Allures weeping wolves
In the silence of night’s evolve
Noel Horlanda
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/full-moon-6/
