The Flaky Derelict

Of masks, monsters and demons caged in my head.

The moon

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How I adore the moon, gracious in its simplicity, swift in its sway from the edges of both East and West, and bright just enough to light the way for wandering spirits, for lost souls, for those deemed worthy of affection and those wanting to ultimately become human.

The moon is the epitome of darkness, or rather, the incarnation of darkness’ magic, not in its effect but in its own existence, as I gaze upon it each passing night, I can clearly see it embracing its dark side, embracing the pain of absence of light like the shores accepting the rising, raging tides with wide open arms for their existence depends on each other’s, with each passing second I witness it transcending, ascending to completion, to momentary perfection until the larger titan scorches it asunder.

Such glorious cycle these beings experience every day, such sweetness is the dimmed moonlight of a cold winter night and such flare in the brimming sunlight of a long summer day.

I wonder each time and each time I am left as merely a watcher, merely a listener to the melodies of the universe as the dance of light and darkness continues, such a blessing is their existence and such a curse is ours, God help us all when the system falls.

Yours righteously,




Author: Zeus

I am the grey area, everything by choice and nothingness by choice, wherein everything is possible as it is improbable.

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