Shall we wax as moon flower in distant array, swayed by first light of day shall we retire by nightly beam it's blue-white ray pathed by cobblestone glistening?
Shall we skim naked as treetops alive in the drift of whey the woe of worlds surrendered to the torrid heat of day if the night is cool carressing?
Shall we blush in wistful velleity, billowing voice as coarse drawn sail our tragic beauty her blacken veil should Dawn draw her curtain to earthen edge?
Shall we pledge constant to Cresent the lively heart of we three stars, to grace his cheek in shivering war all our brothers, lovers, sons?
Shall we all be inspired horizons, a shimmering star in selenotropism blooming wildly grateful in the dark to spread the heavens, to light the sea?