Man and Woman Contemplating the Moon -Caspar David Friedrich
On a dreary shore I stood
Turning from the pressing waves
Hungry for some greater sweets
To fight the darkening days ahead.
Down the winding path I trod
Through the old and wizened wood
Where ancient trees with mind not known
Have stood for 40 years or more.
Sun dipped low with orange hue
The tired town appeared in sight
I take some rest on rock well hewn
While shadows dance in growing night.
My belly empty, my sweets forlorn
My feet lead on, on to the town
On an empty street I stood
A coat of silence proudly worn.
Beggars boots adorn my feet
Upon my head a princely crown
Ragged and broken
Misused, torn down, forgotten.
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