The moon shines bright High the sky of the night. The bell then rings for it's midnight I'm approached by a acolyte Who tells me about why the moon shines so bright In the midst of night I learn of a goddess who ruled over the night With grace and beauty ever so slight Who was then lost by a blight And that is why now the it is dark in the night But the moon still shines bright For her heart still is that of the shine of twilight There is my poem hope you enjoy.
