One may ask, what is a moon catcher?
Is it something we can see, perhaps a night snatcher?
Do they pray to the goddess of the moon?
The huntress Artemis, with that bow and arrow on her back.
Maybe they can fly through the night like a sparrow.
Strong, yet beautiful,
they fly high in the most wondrous skies.
Protectors of the night, "moon catchers," they are called,
all those who seek, are left enthralled.
Their secret doings, as pure as fallen snow.
Untainted intentions, filled with a hopeful quest.
To drown out the ominous hearts of those forced to suppress.
If you listen carefully, steady your breathing, and soothe that racing heartbeat,
You will hear the innocent laughter, and feel the magic following after.
A/N: This poem was inspired by the song "Mooncatcher," composed by Mattia Cupelli. This song has no lyrics but the music itself was so powerful that I sort of created my own lyrics for it. Thanks for reading :)