The moon is known for a mysterious elixir that she produces
People down on Earth bow and worship the almighty queen, more than her husband, Helios
The moon expresses her satisfaction: merrily guzzling down a goblet of juice from Neptune stirred with milk from Saturn, with a little pinch of the stars

A little tipsy she becomes, hiccupping and giggling through the night
As she is befuddled, she starts to explode in light so radiant
Slowly, she starts to vibrate and tremble and rumble and wobble
With the last of her strength, she lets out a cloud full and heavy of her emotions
The lady produced a cloud full of silvery light

The light turned to a heavy liquid, a concoction when it reached Earth
People gathered buckets and cauldron to capture the birth of the tears
The people gathered the mixture and boiled it over their hearth
It bubbled and foamed and dripped from the sides with no care

Excitement and zeal shook the universe
One by one everyone peered into their cauldrons filled with the tears for it bubbled no more
There it was the tears of the moon, so pearlescent that it swirled around like a galaxy
The smell so heavenly but heavy that no one can describe
Goblets raised and heads lifted, the earthlings drained the liquid down their parched throats
Like butter, it was, so smooth that no one could feel the liquid against their windpipes

The liquid that looked so precious
Looked like a potion filled with gifts and fortunes and magic
But it wasn’t
This was a cauldron full of the moon’s agony and hurt and regrets and burden
A sip would hurt a mortal but a cupful
You’re dead
The mortals fell one by one for possessing all of the moon’s pain was just too much