Mirage.

the ghostly orb.

What is the moon,

But, the broken end

The other half

Of the dying sun.

What is its light,

But, the last dripping

Red, of the star's ledger.

What is its pull,

But, the ocean's wailing tears.

What is the heaving tide?

But, a struggle to land on the stars.

What is its beauty,

But, the ever-lasting regret,

of the desolate wolf?

What is the blue moon?

But, the stale nostalgia of a betrayed lover.