La Lune

November 6, 2011
The moon,
an all knowing eye
who gazes down upon the world
constantly watching.
Always calm,
purely lighting up all around her
so she can see into the deepest
shadiest corners of the night,
covered by blankets of
sinister blackness and
harboring criminals of the night.
And even when the sun rises
she still remains,
constantly watching,
yet unseen.

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