The Mystical Moon

The window of my room was open and wide, When I see the moon, perfect and bright. At the outset, its occurrence was flawless and crisp, Then I look twice, at the enduring presence a brisk. With all its scars intense and keen, I see a lovely warrior in the midst of a conflict. Shining like a sword, when a light falls high, Devouring every darkness and all harsh cries. Have you seen that mystical being up in the sky? That rises every night when all chaos die.