O' shine, ye silvered miracle
Adorned with halo of night and star
Dip me in dreams, wash me in wishes
On a bed of black your majesty is revealed
Scythe-like, splendid, sequestered, serene
Alas, that which is cast is not your own
Clues to the company you are forced to keep
A sidereal sister and shadow chaser
The celestial sibling forever ablaze
But it is your gloom in which I thrive
You tell a truth as all mirrors do
An honest portent aeons old
A World filled with dark has yet light
Darkness in life often bequeaths sight
An aged, limping wolf can still bite
Cruel kin crests the hills
Thus the pendulum swings
One the clock, the other a heart
Bum-tick, bum-tock, bum-tick
Beat, beat, beat-on mercurial Queen
Till we meet again
Our Moon is a source of inspiration and terror both — a celestial body that’s watched over us since the dawn of time. Having recently devoured an anthology of short-form horror videos on YouTube (Local58TV), the Moon has been on my mind; specifically the scenario in which our Moon is inhabited by something. Of course I don’t actually believe that that’s the case, but an intriguing concept nonetheless…
Anyway… The Moon, our Moon; it is nice, isn’t it? However, that other yellow thing; we’re not friends.
Auf Wiedersehen
AJ Carney 