There was a man filled with youth
And sparked by love
For a lovely lass down the way
Every morn he would greet her
To receive an arrogant smirk
He was a man of few possessions
She was a materialistic princess
Her head was filled with things
Not thoughts
One evening while strolling through the park
The man watched his coveted lass sob
She glanced skyward and pleaded
"I've everything else in this world
But a man and the moon,
Please fulfill my wish"
The man went to the edge of the town
Lumber and hammer in tow
To build a house using only the
Few beams and the moon
He built a frame and slowly coerced
The moon from the sky
Lies poured from his beestung lips like honey
Enticing la lune from the heavens
He fabricated earthly felicities
And the moon began to believe
A celestial being had no place reflecting
Or preventing what simply must be
After building his house with moon and wood
He was a much older age
But never did he lose his sight of the lass
Who fired well with time weathering
He showed her the clump of moon shine in a jar
And asked for her hand in marriage
On the eve of their wedding
The sun blazed and flared
For the sky was empty at night now
The sun missed its companion
And struck down the lass
Then set and allowed the man contemplation
He rocked in the moon rocker made for his
Late bride to be
And stayed there till the morning sun
Used rays like bullets from a gun
To strike the man to death to
Before the building of the house
The moon was craterless
The sun was hot though and burned his dear friend
Embedding her with the face of her destroyer
This is the story of the
Man in the moon