Never have I seen the moon turn off its light at night, Never has it leaped into my room to chat with me or for a moment of unserious trite. Always faithful to shine, As similar to that of a slick wine. Running down a stranger's throat, Swilling as he sips and slurps - those eyes of his like that of a sneaky goat. Never have I seen the moon turn off its light at night.
As simple as thought but symbolical in every sense of night.