Ode To the Moon

O most noble orb smiling upon the night

Nobly colored as infants’ milk

Aglow as soft as silk

A gentle reminder in the sky

Accompanying all who cry

Solace in moments of pain or fright.

What the Sun is to lovely favorable times

You are to dread, dolor, and woe

And as man’s pains so sadly grow

Through merciless moods and clashing climes.

As substance must, to shadow, be

The sun is daytime’s image of thee.

I’ve been trying to improve me ability to write poetry.

Somehow I accidentally wrote specifically about the moon, but considering that I referred to its connection to the night, I should hope it’s allowed. This is also..as far as I can remember..me very first ever attempt at writing an ode.

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