An Ode to Lady Moon

By: Cinya Posted on: December 28, 2012

A Daughter dearest, pure as Flame,

Once borne of tears of joy,

Screaming out Her Mother's name

Then broken like a toy.

Trisagia, struck cold with grief,

She sang a broken tune;

And mortals first beheld that eve

The waxing sanguine moon.

The Tyrant stormed Her homeworld,

No mercy in His wake.

Destruction past Makali's scale;

Both Light and Chaos quaked.

The rallied Gods, a sight to spy,

Across the Garden strewn

And silhouetted red by

The bright, full sanguine moon.

The denouement - the Tyrant speared,

And Sapience at peace;

The Lady Moon's new barren tears,

A shallow, crude release.

Though as She bears this wrenching crime,

Fresh Inspiration blooms;

A beacon for the mourning shines

The waning sanguine moon.