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Under the Moonlight
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Just To Get Stuff Of My Mind The full moon gleamed,
The only light in his darkness.
Consumed by anger,
Consumed by vengeance,
He raised his sword,
To deliver the finishing blow.
The steel glistened in the moonlight,
Onto the terrified face beneath him.
He couldn’t do it.
Years he chased him,
Years of pain from him,
And at the moment of truth,
His conscience stopped him.
Relief filled the man’s eyes,
As he lowered the blade,
“I’m not going to be like you,”
He turned,
His silhouette walking away,
Under the light of the moon.
great expression
it's always important for a poet to paint a picture with their words to convey themselves honestly, I think does a good job at capturing that. Keep writing
As he lowered the blade, “I’m
As he lowered the blade,
“I’m not going to be like you,”
He turned,
His silhouette walking away,
Under the light of the moon
oh how many summaries that can be produced from the prior statement
so many conclusions to father son relationships
Ascesa e rialzarsi fino a quando gli agnelli diventano leoni
Rise and Rise again until Lambs become lions