Secrets of the Day.

Delicious with the moon shine,
Turning with an urban tide;
Silently as the whispers thrill,
the empires choke their battles grim;

Up and up the men go slide,
Simply kissing their woes goodby;
With beauty in the beast they shed,
Simmering with a hope so bare;

The tinkling anklets kiss the moon,
Shaded with smears of wine;
Choking on their lone restraint,
They piled away their lusts aware;

So the moon and sun slithered,
with their smirks and knows and trails alight;
Slinking like a thief in dark,
they played like the killer in lark.