Catching on the tips

The moon was angry

"You keep me in the dark

I never see the green of a tree

or the violent blue of the sea,

nothing but


And the sun replied,

His golden rays blinding

Those who worshipped below,

"I am hiding you from their world.

For truly, Evil does not exist in the night

but in the day, where all can see

but trust too much to look."

The moon cried softly,

her tears catching on the tips of


"I would rather…"


For the sun is harsh for all it's beauty

and the moon remains silent

as the star tips slowly dry.