It’s the last day of National Poetry Month and the final poem is free verse and fantasy themed, from the prompt, Sword of the Moon. Enjoy.
Sword of the Moon
Prophecy entwined in gossamer
that bloodborn radiance of gods,
to win and wear the gilded crown
and wield the sword of the moon
Fearful voices clammer and decry,
yet no heed nor mercy granted,
only sacrifice to the gilded crown
brandishing the sword of the moon
Now all lay conquered and subjugated
prophecy sated in sufficient blood
with reverence to the gilded crown
and the lethal sword of the moon
Be Afraid of the Dark 
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