And the moonlight pooled at your shoulders,
stars framing a saturated, sapphire smile,
as if the heavens were getting ready
to bow at your feet.

Under your command, the sun should explode,
fiery bursts of anger fill the world,
they don't understand
how one man
can cause
this much
damage.

My dear, chaotic universal energy lives inside your moon pale skin.

Chaotic destruction or construction.








You decide.