Shining Moon

''O Moon, never sleep soon!

You, in the night, la lune,

Are the way! Not a light.

Go up, stay at the height

Because here people have fought

When all vacant heads thought

Of human, wo- or man!

They were gifts of a clan!

La lune, stay high, be dry,

Blood, and drops of a cry;

Honoured to have rivers

In which are seen divers.''

With la lune, all good words

Caused bloody rippéd cords!

What a loss, what a shame!

La lune no! What a blame!

For the time that way's lost,

Lost duty it did cost,

The West Wind of me, dust!

In dark stalks here Mr. Lust.

Kind words pieces apart

Came when height did depart.

One should have gone in part,

But, some candles, bright, of art.

Life’s shallow ravine lies

Yet back’s to seven skies.

''What's done can't be undone?''

'tis why you’re not all gone!

In the dark, Sun loops, hops,

Darker than dark licks pops!

Moon! Shine, though you’re married;

Bard's tired to ask who's buried…