Upon a Sandy Moon

Jillian McCoy
Upon a sandy moon

far from Earth but still on land

Crimes you'd think unspeakable

are moments spent like pennies

A legend weaved from spider lace

the legacy built on glass

We are never so cemented

as one might like to think

So string me up like festival lights

for all the world to see

Shining down the shame of ages

in color as brilliant as day

Every horrid bringer of death

is someone's golden child

Published by Jillian McCoy

I'm a freelance writer and college student based in Philadelphia. Though I'll write just about anything as a "pen for hire," I specialize in short-form content written for the web. Some of my favorite subj...  View profile

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  • Honora James4/29/2010

    I'm thinking about this one, and will come back and read again...

  • Tony Payne4/28/2010

    Wonderful.

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