The dance under the moon

What a bliss it is
to see the gallant knight
on a lunar night
Oh he is assiduously pristine
those eyes seem to console
the lunatic soul laid inside
making the crepuscular chirp, growl
and my legs sway side to side,
round and round,
devouring each speck of shale
on this rough and black soil
Albeit when the steps stop
I see nowhere the gallant knight
who left me with the shiny moon tonight
just another veritable royal soul
who left this soul lunatic
from inside

~Kashish~

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