The moon wears a Cheshire grin tonight
Beckoning me down the rabbit hole
Her pull on me strong as the ocean's tide
I cannot help but go

I jump freely into the abyss
Looking only down, never right or left
I do not need to see what passes by
The words I hear, for I am not deaf

As I fall whispers caress my mind
Spoken words of love, longing, and lust
They are the things I must learn
For to court the dark side I must

The fall has ended, my feet firmly on the ground
There is no light here, all grey and gloom
But in the distance I do see a glow
Here from the dark side of the moon

First I must court the dark side
Attempt to help it find the light
All of this stemming from
The moon's Cheshire pull of the night