To The Moon

I turned to moon
When the lonesome striked
We shared a talk
Later the moon was surprised
Little did he know
He wasn't the loneliest of them all
When he met me
He tripped and his gaze fall

How a soul could be so wrecked
But alive all along
She had wore the broken promises
With all the honour and fraud
His eyes gleamed with tears and terror
The journey had just started
The agony was further
There was more to the story; there was more to utter

His heart shrieked with pain
Listening to the calamity of my tales
I spread my hands for ye I prayed
To end the misery of moon from lonesome; it was a fair trade
To a companion he shall return
And i shall scatter in grains
For the moon to never turn back
My existence will disappear