o dearest mother moon,

you're scarred and sickly,

rotting away in your tomb,

your stars depleting quickly.

gazing at your deepest light

and your pitiful loneliness,

i wonder where's your knight

and your protector of holiness

yet in the bleakest night sky

you stand shining isolated,

never allowing a single cry

to be heard, you stay sated

as your mystical prince lays

reflected in a rippled daze.