Despite living...
Billions of years...
She was still...
A beautiful girl.

She was living...
The intergalactic...
Dream...
Our sentinel...
Of the night.

Until the day...
The men of Earth...
Arrived...

She never knew...
The meaning...
Of pain before...
Until...
The big machines...
Began to scrape...
The bounty of...
Her green cheese...
Skin.

"Let the mining begin!"

Soon the Sea...
The Sea of Tranquility..
Was filled...
With her very own blood...

After only years a few..
Her luminous skin...
Began to turn red...
She pained...
Deep inside...
She was wretched...
With fever...
Her request for...
Irrigation denied...
Each night...
Weak and weary...
She closed her eyes...
And cried...

She was beyond replenish...
In just 20 years...
Only 100,000 away...
From her...
2 Billionth Birthday.

By now...
Her skin prattled...
In blood and scars...
Incisions...
And mines...
She was no longer green and bright...
But glazed...
In a reddish hue.

Death would...
Soon surmise...
Menstrual moonshine..
Lunar rise...
Our once...
Blue-blood moon...
Now...
Floats mired in...
Disguise.

Her surfacescape...
Bleeds...
She is...
A ******-Mary eye.
Our bloodshot moon...
Dying for all to see...
In the myopic sky.

Her pleas...
And cries...
Denied...

No tourniquet applied...

25 years after...
The men...
From Earth arrived...
Just before her...
Two billionth birthday...
Our glorious...
Moon has died.