the sea went quiet, and so did the wind

the hunters found all the wolves howling at a street light, and all the birds walking down on an expressway

and they found all the lilies lost their smell, and the rot of the woods took over

and the warmth of winter fires turned into the fear of cold summers

while the graves turned into a humid frenzy from all the happy worms

there became one less shining light in the night, but no one expected the darkness of the mornings after

there became more lights lit in the cities, but blinding to the point of chaos

everyone thought they can light their ways on their own; the moon wasn't as bright as they were, they supposed

but now the world falls into a void for the rest of half their lives

we did not think of the moon when it was in the heavens, that it would warm the night

but we now know that it made the sun harsher, and sundown terrifying

and the sea went into a slumber, away from the lips of the shores

and the wind blew alongside the ennui of a moonless life