The moon looked beautiful from afar,
At close, she had the ugliest of scars.
She shone like a goddess in night,
But was still blindsided by the sunlight.
Calm and peaceful was her demeanour,
Strong enough to make the waters seizure.
Every forlorn's friendly neighbour,
Yet why was she always lonelier?
She smiled to a full quarter and crescent,
Though her weeps were unvisible until a new phase came again.
And she goes through an emotional chain,
Again and again until she reigns.
Written by every poet,
Romanced by every lover,
Eerie in every horror,
Luna to an Alpha,
She is of every genre.