It's been awhile since we had any new poetry on the site, so I figured I'd give it a go. (I'm rusty so bear with me.)
Upon The Moor
As twinkled in the starry sky, above this dewy moor, memories of forgotten lives, all secretly kept to twinkle more.
The laughter of poor spent now lost youth, kept in a void of stagnant time, the anger lost to wisdoms tooth.
As lightning flashes on the moor, we see the brilliance left in yore, the poets pens now rotten, so many words forgotten.