Who Spoiled the Moon
Of those many in love, who spoiled the moon,
and made promises in its ardent gloom,
and in the sale of love, they bought love
and sold it worthless. I speak of them.
For then I wonder and of these wonders I assume
the blemishes of the crescent one, were given of ours.
From the wounds borne of such love, I presume
are the sores from treacherous untrue lovers.
Some tell of the moon in times, shined much like the sun
and it wasn’t as dark, and it wasn’t of concern.
Whilst the loved ones made merry, and the loved ones made vows
the moon was their refuge, where the loved ones would return.
In the shelter of whose, love was made, and as love is today,
for love is good and love is unfaith, and this deceit love became moon’s fate
Its wounds are grim now, and moon isn’t as gleam now.
So tell me whose love spoiled the moon and whose love was that
for whose love was so fickle and whose love had hate?
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Whilst the loved ones made merry, and the loved ones made vows
the moon was their refuge, where the loved ones would return”
praiseworthy.
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