The moon,
The unchanging force
That has always lit up the
Silent night
Turned his back,
Scowled and
Flipped the switch tonight
"The world is sick,"
He cried.
The moon has watched
The green turn brown,
The air become toxic,
The insides drained from
Beneath the crust.
His love,
His one and only,
Has become weak,
And we've poisoned her.
The moon no longer
Can watch her die
And help her tormentors.
Tonight, he lost his light,
When she said
*"Goodnight."