'Oh poison of the night,
Why do you torment this soul?
Venomous cloaks do smite
And send me down below.'
The sun is forever to woe
The creatures look at the dying sun
Blushing with sickness as it dies down.
Knowing that harking morning calls
Will be resurrected from the ground.
In the dusk gloom we mourn.
Nature's light yet be reborn.
'My faithful subjects
True you be
Heralding my rising
Winking bows to me
Adorned in royal velvet blues unto purple
Onto you I transfix my spell and bindings'
The moon is forever to sing
We drink the poison of her revelries
Letting evil spin under her cloaks
Not a word can any noblemen say
For only wickedness is spoke
The creatures drunkenly gaze at the moon
Her light burns silver trance
Over the people, the seas and land
Over the patches of earth
the drunken festivities prance
though faithful her subjects,
gossip flecks their tongues
whispering jester's festering wrongs
looking onto the terrain with pure lust
of what stories the stage upon entrust
they cannot tell the players nor you or I
of the unruly iniquitous carousing sighs
or raging plaguing murderous guile
so many plot schemes, lo! Screams
alas, the stars can only chatter among themselves
blinking and winking to us it seems
wise are they
to one ravished in unforeseen
their screams unheard
or by others unheeded
lustful cries of the fickle
backwards ambitions of the sickle
screams of the murdered
whining of the damned
the stars are pitiless
yet informed like a plan
alas the stars can only chatter among themselves
blinking and winking to us so bland
they nervously look at their mistress
who cackles at the pain
her puppets running about the stage
lunatics successively insane.
They all play her games
Until the over is the nights rein
Mistress grows bored
To travel so elegantly down
And release her prisoner's chains.
Wearily he rises creeping over the horizon
His prison walls
Too see what at night did befall
A deep sigh his gentle hands soothe the broken
The rays of life his only token
He drags himself across the sky
Trying to help the stage belie
What the creatures become in the night
Cruelly the moon laughs
Almost hidden in the daylight sky
Knowing that at the dusk
The sun will die
Over and over at her command
The sun will bow deep into the lands
and she will continue to curse the night
a predator with her lunar appetite.