Under The Burning Horizon | Poetry on Mooseymares

Under The Burning Horizon

Overlooking the cityscape under the burning horizon, I fall asleep.
I drift away into a dream and I don’t wake up.
I never want to wake up again.
I got worn out chasing a star that mesmerized me with its glow.
I wanted it to shine for me alone.
No matter what, I was never getting closer.
Reaching out, but never touching.
Forgetting everything.
Even myself.
I lay on a cloud breathless.
And there is nobody to wake me up from this dream.
Below the starry blanket there is just me.

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Lord Mooseling

His Holiness Lord Mooseling of The Order Of The Holy Moose. First of His Hoofprint, the Unfaltering, King of Meese, Furcon of Light, and Holy.

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