Is it the moon you seek, fool?
Alas it's but a reflection in a pool.
Her beauty shallow, see how easily it slips?
Through lithe damp fingertips?
The glow though beauteous is vain,
A Moon wanes, only delusions remain.
Her beauty is superficial ice,
Only meant to fancifully entice.
Water, the fool deifies her path,
Ebbing tides led by her wrath.
Are you like the insipid sea?
So enticed by her beauty?
Wishing only skin deep?
Is that what you seek?
Beauty fades by dawns early light,
I only envy the enchanted night.
Respelling her illusion at dusk,
Though Luna, a hollow husk.
She but a glowing token be,
Her heart and soul, are empty.