Lady Moon

Lady moon dressed in black with star children in your lap are you mourning for the dead killed by rapists, murderous thefts hunting beasts of hiding dark leaving blood and body parts by your lamp silently watched? Is it shame for lustful beds in your mantle hiding nest: fornicators child molesters secret lovers present, past that at times your whiteness turns red blushing crimson like sunset? If for sun you wane and sigh why then hide when its splendor, searching rays of pure bright light, leave no darkness in which to hide? Mystery mantle of the night hiding hope beyond far stars glory, joy, forever love mourning moon light.