He's a murderer, the Night.
A slow death, his poison of the dark.
The Stars stay a witness, cold-hearted,
as she decays into nothing, eventually.
None to her rescue, not even the Sun,
or the Wolves howling at her with love.

And when he kills her, he's all dark.
His vices, rendering him all blind.
He craves for redemption, light.
And she rises from her ashes,
with a crescent smile, glowing,
and grows into her element.
The Stars, now winking,
the Wolves, now howling.
The Night, now redeemed.

But, the dark vices take over.
He kills her again, with his venom.
And he repents when she's gone.

Truly, the affairs of the night
are an unjust paradox.
And she, the Moon,
a phoenix he never deserved.

- Landlocked Sailor