Midnight Call

[Yoshi4ever]

The moon a twilight sickle
apon which silence hangs
like a lost soul of glass it shatters
spreading into the night

The drums of the deep thunder
beyond the line of moral sense
fire burns incarnate
till the day's end

Whispers of the wind
calling of the wild
a midnight moon
with wolf mane of twilight
and sharp teeth of endless star
howling of sorrow souls
beyond the line of reconcile

a sickle of silver light
basking all in arcane might
call of the moon erging all
to pass beyond the golden halls
to sing among the lost stars
of midnight mane and call of vain

[Leoshi]

Wow... that's really good. It's very well worded. You certainly know to write very well. Good job

[Not-Garr]

Awesome imagery, I got it right in the first read-through, and that's usually hard to do. Perhaps your word choice was a tad confusing, but I did enjoy it anyway! ^.=.^!