Not so many moons ago,
Thy starry eyes once saw me as a lover
Funny how now glare at me
Like an enemy glaring at a knight

Not so many moons ago,
Thy voice once was the softest tone
Funny how now I'm deafened
By these terrible shrieks

Not so many moons ago,
Thy smile was but a rose in bloom
Funny how now it's but
Wilted marigolds and mimossas

Not so many moons ago,
Thy heart once was the softest gem
Funny how now calloused
More than diamond

Not so may moons ago,*
Thy love once was all chalcedonic colors
Funny how now dark is thy soul
Darker than a moonless night