I believe the moon to be extraordinary
Far better than the sun
If they were to truly battle
I believe she would have won

Because the night is never wholly dark
Not at all with her glow
No matter a man’s flame, no matter his spark
Her light never ceased to grow

The wonders she begets are inexplicable
As the wonders of all of life
With a glance at her and she is able
To release us from all our strife

When clouds die and encase the ground
And we live in the story of ice and snow
The snow a mirror and looking-glass surrounds
And reflects this queen’s mighty glow

When the sand loses its power over my eyes
And the darkness is not at all dark
Her gentle presence makes me powerless to rise
And enchants me with a fantastical lark

I believe the moon to be fearful
It is odd, I know indeed
How I see a demon in a creature this beautiful
And my heart craves the sensation to bleed

When she is crescent I feel calm
When full, I am stiff
The whole sensation yearns qualms
About anything that has begged guilt

Her eyes are almost countless
And I feel they stare into my soul
Examining my moments of distress
First freezing then hot as coal

When a glance and seen through my window
And it is colored and clouded as well
Shivers sliver throughout me and I know
That soon some darkness will befell

At first I feel uncontrollable excitement
Ephemeral and evaporates into fear
To see such power permeant
And to God’s power she is not at all near!