o dearest mother moon,you're scarred and sickly,rotting away in your tomb,your stars depleting quickly.gazing at your deepest lightand your pitiful loneliness,i wonder where's your knightand your protector of holinessyet in the bleakest night skyyou stand shining isolated,never allowing a single cryto be heard, you stay satedas your mystical prince laysreflected in a rippled daze.