“FARCE” – Poem

when the spotless sky
drips moonshine
in the shadows
of the crooked moon,
serenading
something inside,
luring into the light
bargained from the sun,
robbing through
the treasure
what dreams are
made of,
forcing to spill
the seeds on
the canvas,
for the gloom
to curse,
for the soul
to seep,
for the world
to clap,
for the eyes
to abhor.