Cruelty In Silver
The moon will sit upon her throne
With silver features cast in stone
She smiles not, nor shows her care
For mortal toil under her stare
She judges quick and harsh and cool
No aid nor patience for a fool
If humankind has stooped to dirt
She won’t disdain to honor Earth
The moon’s bright eye sees all concealed
And calculates ere all’s revealed
She schemes and plots to bring us pain
And sends us acid with the rain
High above our earthbound toil
She laughs behind a mask of foil
A cruel, conniving queen is she
Yet men still seek to set her free
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