Vanguard of the Moon - November 23rd, 2009 - by MrM

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Charcoal 

orange-black vanguard of the moon…

Flaming phoenix 

brought down in mid-flight.

Glowing, boiling, churning… 

Seething, crusting, burning

Slowly

Dying 

ember of the night.

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Not this light, 

a comfort in the dark…

This, a torch 

in meaner strangers' caves,

Burned out not long ago, 

still smoldering as though

Alive

Seeking 

misbehaving slaves.

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Neptune silent, 

fireball breaks through...

Fiery feather 

crashing to the sea.

Extinguished 

by the pool 

of ether, nature's drool

Floating

Softly 

settling down 

with ease.

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