Bewildered Trust

A little of the moon the sparkle of stars to brush with faith, In friendliness fell in line with a shooting stars gait, Sorceress melts and delights with her strategist mate; Missed priorities confined to surrogate bumpkins fate. Endearing jolt in mused lightening falling from grace, Smothers earthly love to unwind a victory parade, Tempts disaster to look for freedom in friendly place; An oracle says she can never usurp or degrade. Lovers are morons for they know not the truth of life; Ego less friends our true lies in an ethical strife.