They dance for the moon,
as it is bright and lovely;
as round as it's god.
Never do they think
that it will betray them all
that it will blind them.
That it would go dark,
that it would spread it's darkness
to the ones who watch.
But through their new eyes,
who could have comprehended
it would bring new light?
So they contined,
never understanding it
but as a god's gift.
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