Every day must come to an end. At that end. the most beautiful of sights come. The moon raises with its foggy mist it covers the land. Dark and scary the way god had invisioned it. But this can not be for the entire time. For once the moon has rose it has to retreat to the darkness as the light comes to relinqish all fear with safety. The house of the rising sun, the windows shimmer with dew. from the cold night before it. The new day has begun, just to go through the same process again. And once more that precious moon will come out and gods wraith will show. As we all stay in the protection of our homes, the darkness is what we call the unkown, and the sun is made out to be the hero. And the moon a simple zero.

by Michael Buchanan

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