abnormal psychology, mental health, mental illness, middle ages, middle ages life, moon, myths, poem, poetry, urban legend, urban legends

Lunar Lunacy Poem

The full moon illuminates the darkness

Peasants close and lock their doors tightly

The silence of the night is broken all at once

By the noises of frightened cows in the barn

A mother peeks carefully out from her window

To see the unnatural motion of black bats

Flying scattered in uneven patterns

The howls of a wolf seem closer than usual

More wolves join in the ominous song

Screams of a tortured woman next door

On the floor writhing from a seizure

The preacher holds his bible and prays

But does not dare to leave

the safety of his dusty room

Father grips his gun nervously

Baby sleeps silently in a basket

Something in the air feels unnatural

The peasant families await the dawn

but do not sleep soundly

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