First Lady

Darkness descends and silence reigns
across the mountains and the plains.
The Moon Goddess has yet to rise
but soon she’ll dominate the skies.
The focus of adoring eyes.

Though new religions rise and fall.
The faithful few resist their call.
They have no doubt, no doubt at all.
That their Goddess rules over all.
The orb which lights the sky by night
is only meant to signify.
Her ever open watchful eye.
She still regards the race of men
indulgently as her children.

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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