Heightened, brightened high above,
Looming up in bitter love
Smooth and sweet and softly by,
She plunders through a darkened sky
Never asking how or why
She sails above just to defy
The purest pressure though it try
To pull and plead her from her high
And steal away the sun's goodbye.
In the place where she escapes
The sun will come and always takes
Her burning light and with it makes
The people rise from their wakes
Assuming life as frauds and fakes.
Never knowing that she waits
Seeing all their trapping baits
Meant to destroy their precious fates.
Longing just to take them home
And stop them from a futile roam
Into the depths of deep despair
Where even light cannot be fair,
Trapped itself in darkened lair.
The Moon looks on wondering where
She'll find her strength, escape the snare,
And sail in peace as light as air.
A/N: The people I had read this before I posted it didn't know what the first "chunk" was about, that is, what I was describing. Should I make it more apparent? Is it too subtle?