The mother moon glowing high,
Alone in the shadows, it passes her by.
Standing alone with no one to hold,
Suddenly, she feels the cold.
The darkness is all, shes ever had,
Treacherous sun drives her mad.
Forcing the magic of night away,
Bringing the dread of another day.
The crescent moon, feminine and cool,
Abused by fire and light so cruel.
Moonchild awaits, as the dawn does break,
And all of her magic, the sun does take.
Only to blind the minds eye,
And steal away her moonlit sky.
