May the Moon Shine on You

The magnificent crescent shaped ‘cross the sky,
Sweet and sorrow seeped from within,
‘Twas pulchritudinous, nimble yet shy
Bright, pale silky white skin,

Tenacious to the air of night,
Armies of stars surround,
Final breath at the dawn of light,
The flaming sphere ‘tis crowned,

Yet, when day takes his break,
Thou ‘silver-one’ returns,
For she shall never forsake,
Her reign that she yearns,

Loyal lieutenants, stars of the progenitors,
To serve their queen with eternal glory,
From humble peasants to radiant senators,
Supreme rulers of their sacred territory,

The one with the mercury-hue,
Her serenity begone by her wrath,
For half of crescent shadowed from view,
Brings out her inner psychopath,

Now blood red in colour,
She brings fear to the night,
Joy, willy-nilly she devours,
And ‘twas unbearable to sight,

The brave and loyal stars, ceased to dance,
The mortals all went inside,
They hoped, the queen’s rage would not enhance,
And simply waited for it to subside,

Then when one night she felt whole and full,
Her joy knew no bounds
‘Twas her light was as white as wool,
When she sang, the night was filled with sound

O, courageous queen,
O, modest queen,
O, outrageous queen,
O, flawless queen,

May the moon shine on you…