Why the black moon comes sometimes?
How many colours have been mixed in her breast? Why does it like to disappear after some days? Midnight, black moon, and hour darkest.
Does it try to suppress any hard storm,
To dethrone king Duncan with conspiracy of Lady Macbeth? Or to tear petals of holy Rose by Blake’s invisible worm? Greed, lust, and a desire for a certain pleasure to covet.
Without permission and without any consent,
To take away, to steal the most precious thing.
The black moon is shameful
to be witness, Of turning the redolence into malevolence.
The black moon is shameful
to be witness, Of turning the redolence into malevolence.
~Tandra Mishra,
India
Nicely expressed.