The Stolen Beauty

As the sky enveloped into a dark, murky  pool

And the objects of daylight complete in utter destruction

And the heavy clouds parted asunder

Arrived the royal moon - the queen of Night - present in full view

Bowed the stars unhesitantly out of sheer respect and admiration

A sound of joy roared the thunder

Looking up - floated an illuminated disk in all of this blindness

From where does she get all this beauty

Grew arrogantly the moon as all creatures declared her highness

Enchanting she was as she cast her magic on all who could see

How pleasant, how rare a sight could ever be

Any rational being would believe nothing could take her place

But as the sun rose up to present her case

Anger and rage were marks on her face

"Stolen my radiant light and beauty by the devious moon"

Blood flowing in the swimming pool of the moon

Shocking to hear such cruel accusations

Awaiting some proclamation to expel or explain such false frustrations

For once I turned towards the moon to testify

Empty and gone were the inhabitants of the night sky