Moonmourning

And so the Sun has set down on my life.
Oh I wished not to endure this long night,
Alas! I'm the moon; cease the peace of strife
Shake hopes of despair, summon dark from light.

The sky darkens. Lush life grows dry.
It's night. An axis in paraselene there'll be.
I'm weary, must shine, try not not to try...
The sky is calling, starry abode.
     may the skies mourn with me]