MoonLight

I was feeling inspired, so I decided to try writing two almost-identical poems and twisting the words slightly for the sole purpose of creating two completely different moods with only a few word changes. So i think between the two, there's only 11 words that changed. I HOPE they create different feelings...so...here they are. Enjoy.

Poem 1

The moon shines softly on the street.
The drums emit a cheerful beat.
Old people move their aching feet,
In the light of the rising moon.

Young and old dance in the crowd
That beckons to the poor, the proud.
Small voices laugh, and echo loud,
In the light of the wavering moon.

The past is forgotten in merry song.
No one is condemned for doing wrong.
The time for dance lasts very long
In the light of the dying moon.


Poem 2
The moon shines softly on the street.
The drums emit a mournful beat.
Old skeletons move their aching feet,
In the light of the rising moon.

Young and old mourn in the crowd.
That beckons to the poor, the proud.
Small voices cry, and echo loud,
In the light of the wavering moon.

The past is forgotten in morbid song.
All are condemned for doing wrong.
Your time for life does not last long
In the light of the dying moon.