"Halos of lunar radiance
shimmer like gilded crowns from the very tips
of their spears and shields, held high and waiting.
Never once moving."

Just a bit of fun, playing around with some words that jumbled around in my head. I find I write my best poetry when I'm inspired, but I have my most fun with poetry when it's just for the sake of it. Maybe there's a happy middle ground there somewhere, but I haven't figured it out yet.

There may be more to this someday. Part of me thinks there should be more, but I happen to really like it the way it is right now. That's a fun thing about writing - rarely ever are your words ACTUALLY etched into stone. Unless of course, you're also into intaglio...

Alright, that's my allotted rant time. Til next time.