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Tag: prologue

Analogue Of The Moon.

It is a half crescent.

It looks nascent.

It tends to be stringent.

It has a status regent.

It grows with pleasure.

It wanes in measure.

It succumbs to pressure.

In a lethargic leisure.

Indeed it is a covetous treasure.

Every fortnight it grows in size.

Every other fortnight it demurely lies.

Its expansion has a phenomenal rise.

Its contraction has defeated ties.

Irresistbly it has a fascinating prize.

It shines in the night.

Emitting a cool light.

Expressing no flight.

Empowering a rational plight.

Indeed it delivers a lovely sight.

Does it not exhibit an analogue?

Does it not record a dialogue?

Does it not appear as a prologue?

Does it not sound like an epilogue?

Curiously it is not in thetreasure, leisure, ressure, pleasure, sight, catalogue.

It is going to be that,

It is going to be what?

It is that , nothing more than that,

Well .what is that?

That’s how it goes on,

Moves on without a clue to fawn,

Gets going without a scorn,

Ends up in an unpredictable born.

So let me say that is that,

It is a speculative combat,

Based on a volatile drat

Concluding on a tone flat.

Well,a prologue is most likely to be,

A preface to what ought to be,

An eye opener to all things to be,

But truly a maze as it appears to be.