How lazy the moon is
She stands there
Bright and yellow
Moving ever so slowly
Making her way across the night sky
Taking with her the souls of the damned
No longer shall they suffer
A soul for every crater in her magnificent, rotund body
She lies there in complete darkness
The only source of light till day
Her only friends, the stars...
In her time she is to do but one thing
Ensnare the eyes of the living
With her soft, velvet features
Ensure Darkness his rightful place as king
Us the onlookers
The fools
Believing the falsities of her transformations
One day a solid, golden ball
The next day only half the creature she is
Our souls look upward
To the illuminated night sky
Awaiting the embrace of her heavenly arms
And away we go!
Another crevasse on her surface
What a brilliant, lazy moon
