Heresy Of The Moon

Here I am again 

With the thoughts of my forsaken soul 

That is always hunted by the starless nights 

That which belong to the moon 

But at least there is a moon 

An entity that also dawdles in the day 

And one that does not find a reason to relinquish itself

Unless it seeks to renew its own divine essence 

Thus I ask, 

How fictitious of the stars to bare the false image

Of their own fading ghostly spirits

That is nothing more than a sight of treachery  

As these lost illusions only give false hope to the eyes of man 

Letting them to believe 

That they are the illuminated angels in this cold unwavering darkness

Yet the moon 

Is a lunar goddess that can even eclipse the sun

And also a deity that can control the echoing tides that 

We are so fated to endure 

Therefore,This tribute shall forever be marked as a symbol of admiration  

To you that linger in the eerie hands of the nightfall 

For you are an ascended guide towards all those 

That wish to see the welcoming of the daybreak    

~ Tony Paradise's Poet ~