Don't cry.

I ate the circle of moon before it could disappear
but when I woke, it slipped
and hid in that ball of light
they call sun.

We swore we'd never let it destroy her again
but it was fate who threw the key
into the pond
You spoke to a blue fish with golden scales
and made deals below my disturbing seas
without realizing desperate souls
also lived there.

Why do you keep calling me, child of the dark?
you promised never to but you vanished
like the traitorous treasure of a wakeful reel
that you take down each night
into the craters where your alterego resides.

Aren't you afraid of meeting your other self?
So, one night, when a meteor slid this way
past my bedroom door, ajar with brimming dreams
and a cold, gray mist covered my breath
my head was forced up and through the ceiling
my eyes finally closed, it told me who broke the seal.

You can tell the world who stepped on sleep
worshipper of the wood sprites
it's you, isn't it.