The Planet Rises

Out to arrive was the silver moon,
That bring the light with winds on tune.
Beyond to reach by mortal hands,
To never know the sight for grand.
As close to distant the valiant sphere,
Its shine so cold like sharpen spear.
The planet rise for all to bear,
To dare the folk and all that swear.


Art: The Rise of the Planet by taenaron

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