Goddess of the Moon

Incredulously miraculously she breathes another night

Hideously disgustingly waits behind smog for

just the right time to watch 

her every bloodline queen below.

Grateful to gain life sipping her light,

vixens and panthers prowl sardonically, 

gracing pavement with tiny footsteps,

visible to only a certain testosterone.

They are only bones and crystal.

Serene silent smooth slow, 

every empress guilty of treason 

to her cracked mother sitting bemusedly-

They stare and smirk into their own adopted eyes.

But she never finds herself angry- 

she knows she created music 

necessary and only audible 

to the greediest demons.