The cresent’s Grief

      Moon might be full of mistakes,

      Yet the sun admired her ways.

      She was a glace when Tranquil,

      And Appalling when savage. 

      They were like a pair of Idols,

      Being their solidity.

      The more they toiled to retrieve,

      The more they drifted afar.

      Just like the universe’s creation,

       They were bo(r)n for both

       But were meant to be apart.

       This is Nothing special,

       Just two young lovers who knew 

       They would never be together.