The Mocking Moon
One that shines brightly into the night
somehow creates a sense of fright.
You who sees everything I do,
inescapable no matter where I go.
Behind that glowing beautiful light
is a face of deceitful sight.
You who jeer in the loneliness of people,
finds sheer delight in a city so crippled.
Once a adoration to a jewel in the sky,
no longer a love but a quiet cry.
Oh, moon every night I see,
why must you turn out like this?
You scar me straight and through the bone,
you make feel so little and so alone.