He wondered if the moon this night
would concede the sky to dawn, or
would simply be his final sight,

nothing, he knew, could change his plight
they would be knocking on his door.
He wondered if the moon this night

knew that his crime had been to write
the truth of war, that his cell door
would simply be his final sight.

Some asked if it was worth the fight
to speak against what they deplore,
He wondered if the moon this night

would cast a slightly brighter light
on those seeking peace or if war
would simply be his final sight.

His death would bring them rare delight
until they passed through Hades door.
He wondered if the moon this night
would simply be his final sight.

First published in These Writers’ Voices, Issue 1, October 2024
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