power lunar magnificent one
to tides and months we mark
a cold and alien figure
soft orb so cold and stark

dance beneath a blood-red face
shrill and playful and mad
whisper to an ancient rage
with words you never had

religious whirling and plaintive pleas
repel the evil spawn
revelers feed the frenzy well
until the mist of dawn

monolith moon, oh brightly lit
strange light to whither and die
daylight reborn, obtrusive moon
still dominates the sky

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