Sunday Sonnet, #27, 2016

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Moonlight shining bright tonight, beacon of

silver, cloak of mercury to cover

all beneath her massive sphere.  Goddess, her

who hangs pendant when darkness awakes, love

of the mortals below her alarm (of

rare occasion does she observe not, err

to a blackness unbecoming).  Never

does she mark not the passage of the stars –

her children, family; offspring of light.

Tonight they gather, watch from afar, are

the ancient guards of Man (soldiers’ armour

illumination’s self, white-silver cloak so bright).

Sister knights, bairn of Diana.  Daughters

vigilant with mother.  All bless the Moon.

[Copyright © N R Nolan 2016]