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Blog City - Day 752 Prompt: What if the moon suddenly ceased to exist? What do you think would happen and how would you react to it? Answer in any form or style you wish. If The Moon Ceased To Exist The moon Holder to changing tides and cycles Slips off thinking to be unnoticed A new moon Held in sustained animation Leaving a blank, black sky Inky and dark. The stars blink and twinkle Trying to add more to the night sky But their attempt is futile Even the North Star seems lost. A sense of doom holds the land Curdling the souls Of those tied to the moon's cycles Unable to release their pent up hostilities They lash out Unpredictable and vile. The world seems to implode Pulling in on itself Like it needs to protect its soft underbelly There is no safety; Violence rules Runs rampant over the land When the sun makes is morning appearance The land it scraped and burned Raped and pillaged With the nights entanglements. People huddle Traveling in groups Trying to hold on to some small measure Of security They pray the moon, the so casually ignored, Will return And bring normalcy back To this ragged land Parched and yearning For the ebb and flow Of the moon's constant cycles. I have been uninspired lately. This prompt helped. The real world has been impinging my creativity and I feel a little lost. This prompt helped bring me back to myself. |