Sitting sickly over dark horizons
Bathed in a malefic glow,
Hangs the moon in quarter face
Oblivious to the world below
She shines to spite a world, hollow
Filled with bitter thoughts,
On last remarks said in the dark
Does she realise all the pain
Drifting down on earthly plains?
While dancing with the stars
Being followed on by Mars
Does she feel the love shot out
Cannon fodder, the longing heart.