When midnight comes to be and stars aglow will beckon, the pulse within me shan't resist the pull to reckon that voice that's deep within my ear, a melody that only I can hear. How divine the moon again tonight, graceful and serene, a goddess, shrewd yet subtle with her might, she's a most relentless temptress. AP: 3rd place 2022 Submitted on February 28, 2022 for contest G - GIVE ME A NEW POEM - ANY FORM (SPRING) sponsored by CONSTANCE LA FRANCE - RANKED 1ST