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EIDOLON

The

Walt Whitman High School's Literary Arts Magazine ✮

Comegy by Ella Serengulian

Dec 5, 2024

1 min read

As the world gets dark

The world gets quiet.

But the lake still stirs,

And the crepe myrtle blossoms

Its summer colors.

As a bird soars overhead

Another one calls

In hope of a mate.

And amongst the ripples of water,

A turtle

Bobs its head out,

Then it dips its head back under

To plunge for food

In the murky water.

As the moon rises higher

And higher,

The clouds shift,

And move.

Taking turns

To cover

The pale white

Of the moon,

Hiding the moon’s beauty

To take for their own.

Now,

Not a creature stirs

As a storm settles in.

It whisks the leaves off trees,

A strike,

BAM

then

BOOM

Yet

The moon

Is still there,

Giving light to the ground

With the help of piercing streaks

From the clouds.

Rain pours,

And the animals hide.

As more clouds settle,

The moon becomes

Harder

And harder

To see.

Its beauty

Shunned away.

Tomorrow,

When the world gets dark,

And the world gets quiet,

Will the moon show?

Or will the clouds,

Yet again,

Hide it

Away?

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