Applecharm11 Starhorse


Hi! I love writing about animals, fantasy and just expressing myself through words. 'A painting paints a thousand words' so why not a thousand words form a painting?

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Hi! I write for hobby and for escaping troubles. I love to write as I get to 'live through' the stories I improvise on the spot. It makes me able to feel and be someone else in a world where I can change anything.I hope my words can make a difference

The Moon

February 18, 2017

PROMPT: Becoming Human

She climbed the cold air
hefting herself over
the peaks of the mountains,
drenching them in pale glow

Darkness opening its hands,
ripping apart the barrier that
concealed her, releasing her
into endless black 

She rose steadily, slowly
as if afraid she would
make some sort of mistake
and fall towards the earth

Contracted in a round figure,
she peered hesitantly below
as all the houses fell still
the lights in their eyes, out

She tentatively took each step
making her way across the stretch
of the sky, her heart racing as she
sought her brother, the Sun.

She was always a reflection of him
Her very shine a simple smaller
mirror of his own, forced to glow,
despite knowing this beauty was not hers

How? When her face was full of craters
and rough cut rocky ground,
while her brother burned with sheer
brilliance, all waking to worship him

No, the tiny things called humans only
walked in his dazzling bright day,
sleeping, hiding themselves when it was
her turn to rise, leaving silence as her only audience.

With each step she took, every passing
moment soaked with still quiet,
cut at her, causing tears to fall in her wake,
glistening as dead flames, stars, they were called.

She walked alone, clouds rolling out 
of her way, giving her passage through
her eternal walk around the earth
as if she were to be punished for her dull self

Her silver gleam fell upon the ground
like a soft blanket of fading snow
sweeping the slumbering creatures
alongside the cold night wind

Sometimes the darkness of 
her sadness ate at her appearance,
giving her the image of a sickle's blade,
or some sort of monster's claw

She would at these times pray
to the very existence around her
that one day she would be something
even if in the eyes of a single being

She would cry and cry, wailing
this request, turning the sunsets red, 
from the anguish of her silent plea
as it came for her to ascend

And one day, her cries were answered
sailors, mapping distance by her 
tears, that had begun to form
thought dots and lines, pictures

People took an interest of her shed
tears, calling them things like 'horoscopes'
and 'hope', and a fun thing to 'wish' upon
believing the moon would grant them true

Couples gathered beneath, past their
bedtime, to be bathed by the Moon's
glow, as if she were giving a blessing to
their relationship, that bloomed like a night flower

People drew her, calling her beautiful
mesmerising, brillant and a work of art
They wrote of her, created stories of
her rounds around the earth

Animals sought her for precious
nighttime light, guiding them through
danger, to the safety of their nests
and dens, to meet family again

The Moon was so touched, she
cried, but this time, of gratitude
peace, joy, hope and importance
She lived her purpose with pride

Wish to be like her brother, she
no longer did, going through the cycles
with her own sense of purpose
With her own images, no longer 

just a reflection


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