Moon. Oh, bright, beautiful, bountiful moon. Sitting on your throne, your kingdom before you. Great, ghastly mountains stretching for miles or, the nefarious coastline, lit by your omniscient presence. A pale, fat raindrop drooping in the twilit sky. We are all wearing masks, hiding our true selves from the day, from each other. But you, oh! moon, we cannot, do not obscure ourselves from you. I can feel your call now. A hideous howl in the night. An explosion of ecstasy. Your titillating timelessness towering, tempting, tantalizing thrills me as I gallop underneath you, I am in your kingdom now. Oh, great, gregarious moon.