On the lonely nights,
Watching sky I notice;
The dark, invisible, unloud,
Beams of night from the sun;
Spots on the face of moon, so admirable,
Like a flame on a sconce;
The love eradicated,
The saga untold and forgotten.
The love which gave birth to million stars,
Once the mighty loved the beauty;
But the Luna felt apart,
The story went grim when;
She slept on a distant far,
She broke his heart;
She Shined with shame,
And He burnt in pain;
For disguise he could not burn the love.
The miracle of love was; and is so unbound,
Even the paining release of anger;
Showed the way to the Moon with a bright light,
Though her life was meant to be in dark and savage.
Somtimes she wanted to hold him; her love,
Like a lovely couple doves do;
But again she is over shadowed,
By the lust and greed of universe.
Luna never understood her feelings,
She is complex to understand;
Every time she is crashed by sex predation stones,
She comes closer and closer to the Apollo;
Showing herself fully nude once on a certain night,
But then she cannot bear the uncoarse height of momentum;
Of love and again hiding herself,
Eternal Love of Sunshine;
He is crazy,
Every moment he tries to invent something extreme;
To keep moon around him,
To steal her from herself;
I notice every Night,
The children of the sun;
Still by the side of Luna,
But they will always be like their father.
(A Devoted Sacrifice Always Pays...)