To the Moon

You who saw the rise of Rome;

Crumbling nations, crumbling homes;

Ruling nights with strength and grace,

And borrowed light across your face.

Will you, in majesty, now lend

An ear, my dear celestial friend?

I know I’m but a lowly man,

Come seeking wisdom at thy hand,

But help can’t come to me too soon,

If you’ll oblige, dear Lady Moon.

So, please, just listen and advise

This creature of the earth, who cries.

Despair is everywhere I go;

I’m pinned beneath his undertow.

Have mercy, please, release me now,

And I will pay you back, somehow.

So, if you care for me at all,

Please catch me, now, before I fall.

I learned that I must vigil keep;

Both through the day and while asleep.

The people here had rather kill,

And if they get the chance, they will.

Their hearts are filled with hate and greed,

And violence takes the place of needs.

Moon Lady, who controls the tides,

I look to you, while others hide,

But you, I think, can make it right,

Dear Lady Moon, who rules the night.