As the night sky turns red,
The moon seems to crack,
To split, look dead,
Never to be put back.

It glows brighter when dead, but looks lost.
Out of place in the unverse,
How much did this sacrifice cost?
For such a beautiful thing to be reversed?

Under the stars, the moon shatters,
Fragments into a sad cloud.
Hanging here and there in tatters,
Blocking off the stars with a silver shroud.

The moon is gone, and with it, another
A small moon, but shining just as bright.
She's gone, and so is he, together,
As the moon splits this darker night.