~ The Luna King ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~
The Luna King is awakening upon the midnight hour.
Lunacy now comes for him in the solitude of his bower:
Madness slips her leash to come rushing helter-skelter,
Abandoning all sense to be with the Poet who will melt her.
So eager is she to please him: to make him subservient to her will,
To flutter his Kingly feathers to flatter his grubby quill, and on
the last stroke of midnight to climb out of the proverbial well,
Flesh some flash and show some form,
To get the inky nib to spill.
Artwork/Photography/Composition ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~