Query any poem you want.

SLOWLY the Moon her banderoles of light

Unfurls upon the sky; her fingers drip

Pale, silvery tides; her armoured warriors

Leave Day's bright tents of azure and of gold,

Wherein they hid them, and in silence flock

Upon the solemn battlefield of Night

To try great issues with the blind old king,

The Titan Darkness, who great Pharoah fought

With groping hands, and conquered for a span.

The starry hosts with silver lances prick

The scarlet fringes of the tents of Day,

And turn their crystal shields upon their breasts,

And point their radiant lances, and so wait

The stirring of the giant in his caves.

The solitary hills send long, sad sighs

As the blind Titan grasps their locks of pine

And trembling larch to drag him toward the sky,

That his wild-seeking hands may clutch the Moon

From her war-chariot, scythed and wheeled with light,

Crush bright-mailed stars, and so, a sightless king,

Reign in black desolation! Low-set vales

Weep under the black hollow of his foot,

While sobs the sea beneath his lashing hair

Of rolling mists, which, strong as iron cords,

Twine round tall masts and drag them to the reefs.

Swifter rolls up Astarte's light-scythed car;

Dense rise the jewelled lances, groves of light;

Red flouts Mars' banner in the voiceless war

(The mightiest combat is the tongueless one);

The silvery dartings of the lances prick

His fingers from the mountains, catch his locks

And toss them in black fragments to the winds,

Pierce the vast hollow of his misty foot,

Level their diamond tips against his breast,

And force him down to lair within his pit

And thro' its chinks thrust down his groping hands

To quicken Hell with horror-for the strength

That is not of the Heavens is of Hell.

Mental health is a battle,

similar to war

Sometimes it leaves u curious, wanting to know more  Sometimes it leaves you sad, curled up on the floor and

Sometimes it leaves you in bed; with a lock on your door

Spiraling thoughts enter minds that some may not control

Leaving them empty like a bottomless hole

So get some fresh air , maybe go for a stroll or Consider staying motivated, by setting a goal

Self care isn’t selfish, and neither are you

Because no one but yourself knows what your going through

Everyone makes mistakes, so who cares if you make one too

But remember to stay positive ,

no matter what you do