In the light of the moon the stars dance
A revelry that hides amongst black sky
While shining their own distant light.
No peace has the moon found
While hidden by a black veil
And turning itself toward the earth.
With the cold rays of its light
The moon shows no warmth like
How the sun shines its brightest.
But the moon, so ethereal shined
Proudly in its own light without
Burning those who gaze upon it.